(To Ireland.)
To the homeland I've never seen
and barely know,
yet your sweet anthems
play the strings of my heart
like your lyres and flutes
whistle through my soul.
A steady rhythm, my heartbeat thumps.
Can I miss you yet?
Though we've never met?
Play on, musicians,
my lovers and friends,
my brothers and sisters --
sing our mother's lullaby
until I know her loving arms.
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