I am the Body of Ireland – Bee Smith

I am the body of Ireland,
the holy land of Ireland.
My stones speak from the ages.
Times runs as the River Shannon
rising and flowing, long and deep.

I am the body of Ireland,
the holy land of Ireland.
I am not just a green dream
but your flesh, your grandmother’s bones,
the blood beating in your breast.

I am the body of Ireland,
the holy land of Ireland.
I am your temple and your fervent fire,
justice met at my sacred wells,
the peace of your grazing cattle.

I am the body of Ireland,
The holy land of Ireland.
I am your cure,
your heart fully whole,
your soul wholly free.

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