Mother Ocean
by:Thorsten Kaye
She walks along my country's shore
Behind her lonely guard
And holds in every step she takes
The rhythm of my heart
Oh broken cliffs of Ireland
Lay down as soft white sand
And guide her on a steady path
When I can't be at hand
And raging winds that shaped these hills
Caress her face with care
Forgive the sadness in her eyes
And gently stroke her hair
Now mother ocean lift her high
If she must leave by sea
Take her safely where she must
Then bring her home to me
Miles From Home
by:Thorsten Kaye
Miles from home
Country roads might still remember
All the times I kicked along
My head pulled down in sorrow
With another first love gone
And when the night fell without warning
I grew up without a sound
Our dreams scratched into table tops
Across this Irish town...
There were old trees by the water
Restless waves played with their leaves
My heart reached out to all the world
Had never heard the word naive
And when the day broke I was dreaming
Of how to leave these haunted plains
And all the death or glory boys
Carried by the wind
I disregard the old reminders
Every time they dance my way
And in my soul I light a candle
For all the words I didn't say
When the night falls without warning
Another day will leave me torn
With my heart back where it's always been
And my body miles from home
My body miles from home...
Brown Penny
by:W.B. Yeats
I whispered 'I am too young'.
And then, 'I am old enough';
Wherefore I threw a penny
To see if I might love.
'Go and love,go and love,young man,
If the lady be young and fair'.
Ah,penny,brown penny,brown penny,
I am looped in the loops of her hair.
O love is the crooked thing
There is nobody wise enough
To find out all that is in it,
For he would be thinking of love
Till the stars had run away
And the shadows eaten the moon
Ah,penny,brown penny,brown penny,
One cannot begin it too soon.
Romance
by:Robert Louis Stevenson
I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of birdsong at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
I will make my kitchen,and you shall keep your room
Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom.
And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white
In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night.
And this shall be for music when no one else is near,
The fine song for singing,the rare song to hear!
That only I remember,that only you admire,
Of the broad road that stretches and the roadside fire.
She Walks In Beauty
by:Lord Byron
She walks in beauty,like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more,one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure,how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek,and o'er that brow,
So soft,so calm,yet eloquent,
The smiles that win,the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
A White Rose
by:John Boyle O' Reilly
The red rose whispers of passion,
And the white rose breathes of love;
O,the red rose is a falcon,
And the white rose is a dove.
But I send you a cream-white rosebud
With a flush upon it's petal tips;
For the love that is purest and sweetest
Has a kiss of desire on the lips.