Ireland by Jane Ayers Sweat

Ireland

Heaven must surely be in Ireland

That's what the leprechaun said,

"Your life was not in Ireland but

You can go there when you're dead."

Lord, take my Soul to Ireland

So I can finally see

The land my ancestors roamed

Near the Irish sea.

Let me smell the grass in Ireland

Above my cold dead feet

Let me dance an Irish jig

Even as I sleep.

Oh to be home in Ireland

Where my emerald blood runs free

And the screech of the banshee

Holds no fear for me.