Pogue From Tir na nOg

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Tir na nOg

By Paul McCann

I’m Pogue and from Tir NaNog I come

with songs and stories for everyone

You might hear me singing once again.

You might see me walking in the rain .

From the mists of time where life began

when music flowed around Ireland.

Handed down tunes through all of those  years,

And  ancient music still reappears

Forever young just children are

sailing in ships locked inside a jar

So much time to sing our cares away

And no one gets older day and day .

Everyone’s gone away like the swans

who flew away in lands far beyond

still I’m waiting here for their return

in a world with so much still to learn .

In this place so far beyond the sea

where flying horses can speak to me

In the land of Tir Na Oge I’ll be

With magic music  below the sea.

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