The Doves Of Erin

The doves of Erin they do mournfully cry

to the sun in an overcast sky .

They cry to the hills and they cry to the sea

of the suffering in times gone by .

Oh Erin the Rainbows above shimmer soft

for the Kingdom of the promised land .

As sure as God is in heaven above

All the sorrows of Erin will demand .

An eternity where the freedom of flight,

Opens secrets that through time reveals ,

The tranquil moments of the hearts space,

 where Erin’s doves cry by the heavenly fields .

Oh Harken to me sweet doves of Erin ,

And come to me in that tranquillity .

For by hills emerald green near  waters serene

we will sing with the Queen of the Sea .

When we get there where the promised land is ,

All our sorrows and our troubles will pass .

Like corn in the snow or the crops that won’t grow ,

And our freedom will sing there at last  .

Then all Erin’s doves will be freed from their cries ,

and as sure as the skies up above ,

Nearer my God to thee we shall be ,

And nearer to understanding  Erin’s  dove.