Whenever I Dream It Seems I Dream Of Erin's Rolling Hills

 

Whenever I dream, it seems I dream

Of Erin's rolling hills-

Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes

And little babbling rills-

Irish Castle With Grazing Sheep
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I hear a colleen's lilting laugh

Across a meadow fair

And in my dreams it almost seems

To me that I am there-

O, Ireland!  O, Ireland!

We're never far apart

For you and all your beauty

Fill my mind and touch my heart.

A poem by
E. Gary Brooks
From the book, "Irish Blessings"
(1990)
Gramercy Books