WILD WINGS OVER ERNE
(unfinished)
In the soft Irish gloaming when wild birds are homing
Along the dim water they wheel to the West
And calling and crying as onward they’re flying
Wild wings over Erne fly home to their rest.
So hearts that are dreaming of Erne’s soft gleaming
Afar from the home shore as fades the last light
In longing and yearning are westward returning
Wild wings over Erne fly home in the night
(unfinished)
In the soft Irish gloaming when wild birds are homing
Along the dim water they wheel to the West
And calling and crying as onward they’re flying
Wild wings over Erne fly home to their rest.
So hearts that are dreaming of Erne’s soft gleaming
Afar from the home shore as fades the last light
In longing and yearning are westward returning
Wild wings over Erne fly home in the night