From the Golden Bough recording
to accompany the novel,
Aisling of Eire,
recorded at Pacificat Studios
in Pacifica, CA and first released
by Granite Publishing in 2002.

A Song of the Celts
© 2002 - 2004 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved

- 1 -
I wasn't born in Ireland, I didn't grow up in the land of the Gaels,

I was raised on some distant sand far from the stories and the tales.
Long time ago from Ireland, my motherís motherís family came,
To find a new life on new soil, a new home, new dignity to claim.

- chorus -
And, yet, I hear the song of the Celts, in my heart and in my soul,
Still I hear the song of the Celts evoking memories of long ago.

- 2 -
I long to know my ancestral home, a yearning calls me to return,
To a land I have never known, other than the dreams that in me burn.
Now I am far from Ireland, haunted by ancient memories
Of a land thatís known suffering, of a people gave my life to me.

- chorus -
And still I hear a song of the Celts, in my heart and in my soul,
Still I hear the song of the Celts calling me to memories long ago.

- 3 -
A fire burns inside of me, a restless flame that consumes my soul,
To realize my destiny, my hidden past is what I need to know.
Deep in my heart I feel the thread that joins the past with what yet will be,
To understand the poetís words that sing of that green land across the sea.

- chorus -
And now I sing a song of the Celts, in my heart and in my soul,
Still I sing the song of the Celts, calling me to memories long ago.

 

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by Golden Bough, Inc.