There is Lady Dorothea's Celtic Castle,
of which renown and good words are said,
by those who will not let glory pass nor go,
while some prefer to dawdle in feather beds;
And every night and day which come around,
by each visit your Celtic friends are crowned,
for none of us can sleep, and hear your sound:
Singing "those Irish eyes are smiling" we see.
That's a kind Celtic Lady looking out for me.
A Lady returned from blond to Irish red roots,
from the lips of Irish friends tis been said,
neither by force nor a drop of false pretense
for back to her true roots our Lady was led
and all "true hearts" learn from her hence,
because color again will be past tense,
and the money saved, more than a pence.
Swing "those Irish locks are smiling", we see
that's the kind of Celtic lady, looking out for me.
Since we have traveled to your Castle sweet,
where treasure is both made and carefully laid,
our eyes danced with a glance and a gleam
over the Irish bounty your hands have made.
And the plaque's made us rather glad and bold,
for ours is one with a verse we proudly now hold,
with our favorite bible verse, you were proudly told.
Now this cup of love is filled, and my mouth is wet,
with a precious gift of love, my soul will not forget. |
