Little Irish Mother – Lyrics

LITTLE IRISH MOTHER

Written by Terry Bennetts and Keith Lethbridge

You’ll find no graveside legend,
Just the heather growing wild,
In the mountains and the valleys
Where she wandered as a child,
Where the mists come gently rolling,
And where Nature plays its part
But she’ll never be forgotten in my heart.

She traveled to this country,
Ten thousand miles or more,
To be a wife and mother
Like so many had before,
But who could shake the lonely pain
Of how things might have been
And the memory of a thousand shades of green?

So rest in peace, dear little Irish Mother,
While the birds sing gently at the dawn.
Greeting the hills with love for one another,
In the cool, green land where you were born.

From ashes back to ashes,
Then across the ocean wide,
And I reckon she’ll be happy
In her Irish country side,
Where the rain swirls down the valley
And the river rushes past,
A little Irish Mother, home at last!

So rest in peace, dear little Irish Mother,
While the birds sing gently at the dawn.
Greeting the hills with love for one another,
In the cool, green land where you were born.

Copyright © Terry and Jenny