Irish Dreams

Had I the light of the the sky,

I would weave it into your eyes.

Show the whites whiter, the green brighter,

Irish eyes to match the glow of the day.

Had I the warmth of the sun,

I would press it onto your heart.

Help it beat steady with great regard

For mankind in a friendly Irish way. 

Had I the art of tongue,

I would lay great tales thereupon

Of history's old and laughter bold.

Let the Irish call you out to play!

© Imbler, 2018