Pulling against the tide, rowing
Heart praying, thought flowing
Until the oars
Out of the night into the morn
Drawing us gently through
I see light reflected
I see light reflected
I see light reflected
In
There's a tree in my garden
Tall and dark with countless
When mercy comes to me as soft as the sky
And
Wave after wave rolls on
And the water falls and the
Here at my feet, the metal remains
Of hopes that died
Bi-se i mo shuil
A Ri mhor na nduil
Lion thusa mo
Catch the Bird of Heaven
Lock Him in a cage of
There is a path to follow
There is a dream to
Colour of green
Green for the vine
For the leaves and the
It started with a dream, and I could see it
Mist that hangs like silk, soaking in the rain
Trees that
Thought of you on this island of the leper,
on
How wonderful this world of Thine
A fragment of a fiery
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