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Sweet Ireland © 2001, Kate Mesmer & D. A. Shea When I was a young child, and I could not sleep My mother told stories of wild Irish seas Of writers and poets whose words still endure She told me the stories her mother told her She'd say you are the daughter of ancestors strong Who came from and island of verses and song But the crop in their field was a harvest of stone So they left sweet Ireland Chorus: So rest my young child I'll rock you to sleep I'll sing of green valleys and oceans so deep When you are frightened, I'll hold your hand And we'll dream of sweet Ireland Brothers and sisters left far behind Half of them hungry, the other half pined For the soft rolling hills and the clear morning light Back home in sweet Ireland Chorus Now we're all in exile from houses and lands From families who can't or won't understand A heart like a country divided can't stand We are all Ireland So rest my young child, hold your dreams tight Short is this lifetime, long is the night May your hear stay open May you someday find Your sweet Ireland Your own Ireland One sweet Ireland |