Mother Ireland

By mcscraic

Wed, 16 Mar 2016

Mother how gentle are the arms in the land of out birth

Only the sweetest thing that we have found here on this earth

They who love you have suffered gladly for everything .

Having bravely answered the call of patriotism

Easy is their conscience that brings them all peace in the end

Really isn’t that a gift that God has given to them .

Its in the emerald of the colour that we have all seen .

Remembered by poets through history as dark Roisin .

Erin you are dressed to be blessed in the mystic of time.

Love is the language that speaks through the Amergin rhyme.

About you are the saints and the secrets yet to unfold.

Now that’s why our people are rich in the faith that they hold

Dwelling within is the truth that can’t be bought or sold.

Oh Mother Ireland Tiocfaidh ar la , Tiocfaidh ar la

Our day will come and we will be one Mother Ireland