Ireland

I've always wanted to see Ireland. Hopefully, I will one of these days, and I'll take my son with me so he can learn a bit about his Irish roots ("Tierney" is a very old Irish surname). For my husband's paternal line, he and our son are the last ones living - all of the other male Tierneys are gone. My husband's father died in 1973, when my husband was a few weeks shy of 5 years. My husband's grandfather was already deceased by the time my husband was born. I also have some Irish heritage, but it goes further back in time.

If there is some truth about having past lives, my love of Celtic culture makes me think that I must've had a past life in the world of clans, mystical standing stones, and druids. The song below was sung by Cherish the Ladies; its melody embodies the longing I have to visit this beautiful island.

"Erin Gra Mo Chroi" (Ireland of my heart)

Chorus 1:-

Ohh Erin gra mo chrói, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes did e'er behold
You're the land Saint Patrick blessed
You're the bright star of the west
You're that dear little isle so far away

At the setting of the sun, when my long day's work was done
I rambled down the seashore for a walk
And I being all alone I sat down upon a stone
For to gaze upon the scenes of New York

Chorus 2:-

Oh Erin gra mo chrói, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home, it's from you I never will roam
You're my own native land so far away

With the turf fire burning bright on a cold dark winter's night
And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground
When Saint Patrick's Day has come, my thoughts will carry me home
To that dear little isle so far away.

Chorus 1:-

Oh Erin gra mo chrói, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
You're the land Saint Patrick blessed
You're the bright star of the west
You're that dear little isle so far away

On the day that I did part, well it broke my mother's heart
Will I never see my dear ones anymore?
Not until my bones are laid in the cold and silent grave
In my own native land so far away

Chorus 2:-

Oh Erin gra mo chrói, you're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home, it's from you I never will roam
You're my own native land so far away
You're my own native land so far away