Ode to Inisheer
Birgitte Tirsvad
Ode To Inisheer
Wind is swirling in a cup
The ferry's sailing round
A cow takes two steps to get up
and four steps to get down
Waves wash the shoreline
like chisels in the stone
A wreck has crashed the coastline
A dolphin swims alone
Walking, walking
Mile after mile
Walking, walking
The isle of Inisheer
A little dog is following
he never leaves my side
to the castles on the hilltop
that O'Brien's but with pride
Walking, walking
Mile after mile
Walking, walking
The isle of Inisheer
Ooooo - I feel alive
In this paradise
Walking, walking
Mile after mile
Walking, walking
The isle of Inisheer
