Imleabhar: CBÉ 0485 (Cuid 2)
- Dáta
- 1938
- Bailitheoir
- Suíomh
Ar an leathanach seo
- (ar lean ón leathanach roimhe)I pray God may it be my lot to travel back some day
To scenes I love and can't forget at home in Sweet Galway.There is no one where I was born would recognize me face:
Yet still I hope that some bright morn I'll see that lovely place.
The friends I loved in early youth are long since passed away,
But I will pray above their graves at home in Sweet Galway. - Why should he lay his secret bare,
Speak to the world his hidden woe?
You'll read his tale, somehow, somewhere,
And know.
His grief - worn heart in that dim light
Shall rise unmindful of the past,
And truth shall triumph in the fight,
At last