Her Egyptian eyes and sad Irish smile

And her red full lips and mouth so fine

Her heart so pure and her radiant touch

With a love so raw and tolerant

 

And the way she gave thanks and said hello

For the smallest of things I can never forget

Her body and mind were shaped by the Gods

A birthmark only known to Ireland

 

Oh the way she stepped out from her blue car door

With bread, milk and honey, and other sweet things

And if she did see herself through my tired blue eyes

Maybe she could have cast off her wayward disguise

 

So I pray that she will now find peace and love

With some other man not full of demands 

And of all of the women left in the world

Well none can ever compare to her

 

So now I am left to roam across Irish lands

With songs, drink and false commands

And I like Aengus left searching for his Swan

Who has long since spread her wings and gone

~ Gamhain MacCionaoith 

Na Cealla Beaga, Mí Marta 

2025