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Somewhere in Ireland
there lies a green hill
where love awaits me
my lover is bedded down in a field of pink clover
feeling the warm ocean breezes whisper sweetly
Climbing on a rock on the mountain
I see can the daffodils by the castle.
I smell the fair, blue sea
carrying ships to far away places,
but this is where I long to be.
High above the hill,
the ancient tunes beckon us
to join them in their fog shrouded mysteries
and tales of long lost love
and broken hearts
and shattered dreams.
But my heart is safe,
love of my heart,
nestled in your loving arms.
The hot sun warms my face
as you shadow out the rays
gentle kissing my face
with tender caresses.
Holding me closer
and tighter
as passion grips us.
I love you.
Stripping away my worries
casting my cares to the four winds,
filling my mind with forbidden thoughts,
I reach for you.
We are lost in each other
and consumed by revelry of the moment.
Below us in the valley,
the church bells chime the hour
letting us know the time is late.
What time is it?
One, two, three, four,
five six, seven, eight...
We must hurry
before the sun sets
and the night takes over
when leprechauns and other fairies of the night
come out to tease us and taunt us in our nakeness.
Aroused from our ardor.
we gather our belongings.
Laughing and smiling,
we race down the to the meadow
dotted with wildflowers.
The fragrance overwhelms us.
Kiss me!
Contented, we steal one last forbidden kiss.
As the night overtakes us,
we flee to the grove,
where music, dancing and song,
where new friends
drinks and food await us.
Wouldst you take me there?
just for a moment
and let all else slip away.
Because somewhere in Ireland
there lies a green hill
where love awaits me.