Tara, Keeper Of The Lia Fail Poem by Steve Trimmer

Oh Tara, sweet Tara, once Teamhair, in sufferage and dree
Departed The Levant, for Eire, upon the high seas
Nebuchadnezzar hath miraded thy lands
With warring bands
O`er the sands
Took thy brother`s lives
And father`s eyes
Now Zedekiah, thy father
The king cries
Sorrow resides

Yahweh`s temple sacked, The Ark untracked, Jews gone away
To Babylon, ne`er to be back, fettered hind the gate
Hither and thither, thou hast roved
To find Sarah`s Stone
All alone
Where be The Stone?
Methinks it gone

'Hearken sweet Teamhair', a voice hath quoth
The voice of Jeremiah, to Her he spoke
'I`ve sought The Stone
Once of the throne
In Yahweh`s Home
Of Jacob alone
Wast Sarah`s Stone
In Jerusalem'

In ship bearing, The Stone, Jeremiah and Teamhair
Landed onto shores of Erin, Danaan Land of Eire
Rejoice Boyne Kings, Teamhair hath come
Her name now 'Tara', in Boann`s Queendom
Jeremiah, once prophet, of dear Asherah
His name now 'Ollam Fodla', Bard of The Dana

Thy Stone sweet Queen Tara, from epochs of Sarah
Tis 'The Lia Fail' fine, 'ard ri a Tara' bloodline
Tara who wed Prince Eochaid, founded the 'Ur -Neil' Kings
Used Lia Fail, it`s said, as Coronation Stone, we sing

Oh Tara, Sweet Tara, The Muse, leif, gave Her Stone
In later days, Columba took it to Scotland, 'Stone of Scoon'
Lia Fail, of making Queens, and Kings, to modern days
Tara thee, be known to us, The Irish Queen so brave