'Ireland, Land Of Dreams' by Harry Riley Poem by David Page- aka Harry Riley

Did you ever see such a land where they will sing
And dance, and laugh and cry with the Little Leprecauns
Did you ever see such a Beautiful Isle
Of Magic, Myth, and Mystery
Did you ever see such a land tormented
By so much Bloody Misery!

You can search the hills and valleys
The shores and caves and rocky streams
And mountainsides, and hear the Echo's
Of a million Lost Lives!
Yearning to be back home again, among
The Peat Bogs and the Heather, and the little People

'For this is a land torn apart by Famine, Feuds, and Fighting'

And yet, 'tis also a land of Gentle Breezes and Soft Rain
Where we may Kiss the Blarney Stone
Visit the Cliffs of Moher in County Clare
And sing and dance and laugh and cry and hunt our pot of gold
And Dream the Ghosts away, until we meet again...