Daughter of Ireland

Oh, Danny Boy,

Do you not hear me singing?

For it’s surely with you that I need bringing,

Back to the sea and the salt-spattered gray,

Back to the clover that marks the way.

Back to the cliffs,

In their grey suits of stone,

Back to the land,

To which I am known.

Wait for me, Danny!

Do you not hear the drumming?

The thrumming of which I can not stop humming.

It calls me,

It needs me,

To now return home,

To the place where my mothers have long since roamed.

The curls on my head,

Tie me to this land,

Just as sure as the heart silver-crowned on my hand,

My eyes hold your grasses,

My skin, your red suns,

My freckles are maps through the fields I will run.

Oh, Danny Boy,

With you I am longing,

To go to the place where I am belonging,

The purples and blues,

The greys and the greens,

Paint the picture of her,

Who I’ve longed to see.

So, wait for me, Danny!

I’ll hurry along,

Back to the land to which I belong.

Back to the gulls crying loud from above,

Back to the island won hard with love,

Wait for me, Danny,

For I promise I’ll be,

Golden and happy once I am with she.