The roads of inclination keep getting steeper in anticipation,
but I look forward to meeting them.
The winds are pushing me closer to you,
day by day.
The sun is shining warm inside my soul,
brightening my face with a smile thinking of you.
The rains of weary waiting fall upon my skin,
but I don't mind at all.
And until we meet,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand, Ireland.
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