The Storytellers Tales

The Storytellers Tales

by Paul McCann

They call me a storyteller and I’m always out there on the road ,

With bags of stories to tell about a place that they call Tir Na OgE

I was on the road to Galway leaving footprints behind in the snow

Somewhere between here and tomorrow I had found the Gap of Dunloe

The moon was shining on the water, a ship was sailing on the sea

I heard a whisper in the wind , sure you’re welcome round here Seanachie

I smelt perfume all around in the air , I felt the touch of a hand

Our loved ones are always there , like the dust in the hills of Ireland

Stories they never get old , they just live to be retold once again

Storytellers keep them alive , like the spark from an eternal flame

The Storyteller tales are on the sails of ships that capture the wind

So listen close and I’ll tell you , it’s a magic place we’re living in  .       .

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