There’s tales within the world about
Amongst the stones and trees
They float along the shifting airs
And dance in primal glee
Within the crowds of dying men
There’s poetry to hear
It’s seen by those with ears to see
And heard with optics clear
Beyond the realm of what is sensed
Are glories to perceive
There’s sweet reality beyond
That only faith retrieves
The land of faerie lies beyond
The minds of hardened men
It’s stories fill the heart with mirth
And teach us joy again
The Wandering Gael 