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 .
By Paul Mc Cann
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