Many a journey home I've looked at Knocklayde
I could tell its mood by the colours God made
On a sunny day it displayed its many shades of green
Yet long winter days looked grey, a desolate scene
Some day it's my dream to climb to the top
Just to sit there looking, relaxing on a grassy spot
Looking at the fields of Ireland, savioring the view
But more important, I want to sit there with you
Together we'll climb each step hand in hand
A journey unknown to my love, be unplanned
When we get to the top, I'll bend on my knee
Will be the perfect place to ask 'will you marry me'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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An ideal place for a lover to propose to his lady love! The backdrop too is perfectly romantic! Enjoyed!