MY IRISH HEART BY FIONA CUMMINGS
His eyes did sparkle
As his words danced to a merry tune
His words did marvel
As he charmed me to himself pretty soon
The place stopped still
As he entered a room
That gave me a thrill
To know he was mine
I couldn’t believe what a wonderful find
I fell in love with his accent
Though at first there was no sentiment
But I knew he was a must
As my thoughts turned to lust
His hair of gold
And stories he told
About his Ma and his Pa
Being out in the cold
With the Irish breaze blowing
Standing emit the
valleys green
And rivers flowing
My king wanted me as his Irish Queen
On our wedding day
He did play
A ballad from a fiddle
A songster to my left
And me in the middle
As he was on my right
The most perfect sight
He soon won my heart
Until the day we had to part
As ribbons turned to rags
And our possessions were put in bags
Nothing was left of our home
Nowhere to go to nowhere to roam
Pictures of our perfect day
Burned to cinders gone away
I never heard him again play
Or dance in that Irish way
Or hear his words of stories of the past
I guess nothing good is meant to last
I just wish I could get rid of the sounds from the blast
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