It is from here lass
that the soul of our fathers
grew fast upon the land
held us forever to its bounty
Dressed our world in play, established
here forever
The song of the Gael to land, to the sea
Drifted our spirits to its vibrant air
Till our breath became its song.
My love, such is the way
that heart to Gaelic heart does stand
for none save us truly understands
Knows the solitude that a soul must endure
the life that fills us so, to joy. to pain
grasps us deeply upon the knowing
that none can know us true save ourselves
that we love with all that we are
want no more than life's vibrancy
that here in the song that bellows and cries
we shed our tears for love
kiss our soil for truth
and understand that what we are
was destined as true as time had began
and brought forth the spirit of our land
that we in each others eyes behold
The generations of the Gael.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph