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David Gray – Irish Rose lyrics
A beauty so bold and free
Living ever so quietly
In this emerald paradise
I have heard from many a lad
That the 'Irish Rose' is also known
As the goddess of Irish descent
Who walks with a spring in her step
And is filled with song and dance
She is indeed a symbol of strength
And perseverance and is fiercely proud
Of her heritage but there is
Something that makes this regal
Lady quite unique and that is
She is a rose without thorns
Who touches all who are in
Her presence with a bewitching
Sense of awe and wonder
You become mesmerized
By her grace and elegance
Are soon convinced that you could
Entrust your soul to the mother of Ireland
Her pale white skin and sea green eyes
Add to the drama and the mystery
Her long slender fingers dance
Like a ballerina doing a pirouette
As she strokes the strings of her harp
Like a maestro perfecting his art
The mother of Ireland
Her beauty is so captivating
It leaves you weak in the knees
But inspires you nonetheless
To reach higher than you ever
Dared to dream
Elizabeth
Copyright 2006
Getbrighteyes@comcast. Net
Living ever so quietly
In this emerald paradise
I have heard from many a lad
That the 'Irish Rose' is also known
As the goddess of Irish descent
Who walks with a spring in her step
And is filled with song and dance
She is indeed a symbol of strength
And perseverance and is fiercely proud
Of her heritage but there is
Something that makes this regal
Lady quite unique and that is
She is a rose without thorns
Who touches all who are in
Her presence with a bewitching
Sense of awe and wonder
You become mesmerized
By her grace and elegance
Are soon convinced that you could
Entrust your soul to the mother of Ireland
Her pale white skin and sea green eyes
Add to the drama and the mystery
Her long slender fingers dance
Like a ballerina doing a pirouette
As she strokes the strings of her harp
Like a maestro perfecting his art
The mother of Ireland
Her beauty is so captivating
It leaves you weak in the knees
But inspires you nonetheless
To reach higher than you ever
Dared to dream
Elizabeth
Copyright 2006
Getbrighteyes@comcast. Net
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