A Song of the Celts

From the Golden Bough recording
to accompany the novel,
Aisling of Eire,
recorded at Pacificat Studios
in Pacifica, CA and first released
by Granite Publishing in 2002.

A Song of the Celts
© 2002 - 2004 by Paul Espinoza,
Forest Moon Music, BMI, all rights reserved

- 1 -
I wasn't born in Ireland, I didn't grow up in the land of the Gaels,
I was raised on some distant sand far from the stories and the tales.
Long time ago from Ireland, my mother’s mother’s family came,
To find a new life on new soil, a new home, new dignity to claim.

- chorus -
And, yet, I hear the song of the Celts, in my heart and in my soul,
Still I hear the song of the Celts evoking memories of long ago.

- 2 -
I long to know my ancestral home, a yearning calls me to return,
To a land I have never known, other than the dreams that in me burn.
Now I am far from Ireland, haunted by ancient memories
Of a land that’s known suffering, of a people gave my life to me.

- chorus -
And still I hear a song of the Celts, in my heart and in my soul,
Still I hear the song of the Celts calling me to memories long ago.

- 3 -
A fire burns inside of me, a restless flame that consumes my soul,
To realize my destiny, my hidden past is what I need to know.
Deep in my heart I feel the thread that joins the past with what yet will be,
To understand the poet’s words that sing of that green land across the sea.

- chorus -
And now I sing a song of the Celts, in my heart and in my soul,
Still I sing the song of the Celts, calling me to memories long ago.