Celtic Child

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Celtic Child

By Paul McCann

In the mists of time she walked like a child,
With Celtic ways that had the world beguiled.
She had gothic eyes and an ancient smile
She carried herself with a Celtic style.
She had haunting looks and an angels face .
She walked like a Queen on the airs of grace.
Her hair flew in the wind ,shone in the sun ,
In a Celtic time when  love had begun .
Just like a child when first she walked my way,
I heard her talk and wished she might have stayed.
Celtic child come to me and let me see ,
The Celtic cloaks around your mystery .
With your silver rings and your Golden hair
you look like a cat in the moonlight there.
With your gleaming eyes and your blood red cheeks
I'm the one asking is it love that speaks .
Oh my Celtic Child don't you say goodbye,
as stars disappear in a blood red sky.

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