THE EMERALD ISLE

As I look across the hazy bay,
I see Her sparkle shine my way,
that emerald beauty on display,
the jewels of Europe's crown, are they!

I listen to the foaming spray,
Her love song carried by the wave,
where Her alluring gentle plays,
to win my soul, for all my days!

The more I hear, the more I need
to see, the beauty, which She pleads
to me, from across that swollen sea,
so I must go, and with Her, be!

And through the waves, which golden flow,
from Her banks, where I must go,
Her treasures wait, so bold, on show,
in the beauty of Her kin, aglow!

And so, She waits for me, I know,
somewhere, at the end of a rainbow,
there She lulls, and calls for me,
the Siren of a stolen sea!

So I must go, to where She waits,
deep within Her oceans fate,
beyond the gates of blackness deep,
where Her loss and sorrows sleep!

And there I see, Her precious tree,
of which, the Golden Bough, is me!
so I must go, to Her calling,
where other Golden Boughs have fallen!

And so, Her wind shall be my steed,
for upon Her wings, I am freed,
so I'll sing Her glory ode, so She
is my destiny, for all eternity!

SHOESTRING SHANE