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12.11.2003 - 20:13 I could think of nothing worse That would make me swear and curse Lying with arched back to kiss The Blarney Stone � I think I�ll miss The excitement of lying down On centuries old cold hard stone Just to receive the gift of the gab When it�s something I already have What I want when I get there Is to stand in the wind , arms stretched and stare As the verdant green of the farmers field And the old stone walls of the soldiers shield To visit the castles of endless time To pretend what I see is now all mine To walk the path of centuries past And hope this euphoria, this feeling will last The music, a jig, a dance or a song These are the dreams I have had for so long The warmth of the people, their sparkling eyes The laughter, the warmth, the leprechauns lies In a pub with fire to warm this old heart This is the place where I�ll finish and start My journey to the Emerald Isle, my dream This place called Ireland held in esteem Something I�ve wanted to do for some time Is to sit in a pub and sip chilled wine There is something about which often I�ve laughed It�s to drink their own Guinness, right from the draft It�s much better than bottled I�ve often been told So I will stand at the bar and order so bold A pint for myself and everyone here And I�ll pay to drink Guinness this night not beer! by gemini on Apr 02 by gemini on Apr 02 by gemini on Apr 02 by gemini on Apr 02 � � |