Irish Heritage


I come to the valley of the irish meadowlark
I come where I can’t remember where to start
I look for the pot at the end of the bow
And when i come back this i know

The legend of the irish, tale as old as time
No one believed them yet in my heart i find
Everyday my lad comes to me since he was a boy
That tells me this old story that brings remembered joy

I come to the valley of the irish meadowlark
I come to the river that tears them all apart
I come to the cavern so deep and so cold
But one thing bout irish love is it’ll always be your home

I come to the valley in search of thy lad
He went missing one day last time we spat
We were both young and fiery but neither one knew
The legend of the irish and what the world could do

I come to the meadows in the field one day
Irish heritage can't get in my way
I love the irish and all they behold
But I love the irish both young and bold.

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I based this off of Irish Culture and added a twist of my own American Culture.