Fellowship & Fairydust

I’ve never seen the Emerald Isle

Nor walked where Patrick trod,

But I’ve heard tell of it’s great beauty

Formed special by the hand of God.

Their dances are so merry,

So wild and so free.

To dance as if my feet were drums

Has been a dream for me.

Their music, Oh! So haunting,

Yearning, soft and fierce,

The drums, the pipes, the violins

My own strong heart have pierced.

I won’t try to define

The lovely Irish brogue,

But I will be content to say

It never will grow old.

I wish to see the Emerald Isle

(Among many other things)

Whence music, dance, and poetry

Have given people wings.