Ireland
Ireland.
With your lovely mountains.
Your lovely trees.
Your beautiful nature.
Oh, I love you so.
Ireland.
With your happy people.
Your many pubs.
Your tasty beer.
Oh, I adore you so.
Ireland.
With your cheerful music.
Your mysterious culture.
Your beloved language.
Oh, I admire you so.
Oh, Ireland,
love of my life.
Never leave me alone on this earth.
Never leave me without your lovely mountains,
your happy people, and your cheerful music.
Oh, Ireland.
With your lovely mountains.
Your lovely trees.
Your beautiful nature.
Oh, I love you so.
Ireland.
With your happy people.
Your many pubs.
Your tasty beer.
Oh, I adore you so.
Ireland.
With your cheerful music.
Your mysterious culture.
Your beloved language.
Oh, I admire you so.
Oh, Ireland,
love of my life.
Never leave me alone on this earth.
Never leave me without your lovely mountains,
your happy people, and your cheerful music.
Oh, Ireland.
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| baird: | Maandag, juni 18, 2007 00:30 |
| ps:dit gedicht is geschreven voor m''n overleden Ierse opa... blessed be, baird |
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| Gepubliceerd op: 18 juni 2007 | ||
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