Donna Lewis - Ireland

If I could trace the ocean’s face
ride the waves full of grace
the joyful sound of happiness
the white winged dove I caress

dream beneath the wings of love
in the floodlight of the moon above
I kneel before the heavenly waters

and i will go where
wherever you may be
beautiful and rising to me
I will go running
heady and free
I will go with you
wherever you may be

I will go where no man treads
where magic dreams and jewelled streams
hold the key that I believe is
wealth to me
slip into a stranger’s hands
the ancient wonder of the land
I kneel before the heavenly water

and i will go where
wherever you may be
beautiful and rising to me
I will go running
heady and free
I will go with you
wherever you may be

these things
these pathways worn
these moments
held.......