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Emerald Eyes
Your eyes, they don't belong here.
I've seen that look before.
The distance calling from your glance,
can hide from me no more.
Some might call it, daydreams
the way you fade away.
But I can hear the emerald song
that's calling you away.
The voices of a thousand years,
A place you've never been.
And yet the essence of your soul
returns to there again.
I know one day this Irish Isle
will take you from my stay.
And steal you back within it's hold,
like ancient, timeless prey.
I know you don't belong here.
The place, the time is wrong.
I know the calling of your heart,
This ancient emerald song.
Perhaps when you've returned your soul
to where it should belong,
This haunting, calling, yearning pain
will leave your heart alone.
And while at peace you gaze upon
The Irish sun at rise,
I'll think upon the isle
that took you from my emerald eyes |
