The Horse Trap Ride

We took a horse trap ride one day,

my love and I,

Over the rolling Irish roads,

Beneath an Irish sky,

Along the rock walled fens where bluebells tolled

With silent tongues, while in the wild and windswept sky

The gray clouds rolled, and rolled, and rolled.

And many wonders did unfold.

Before my true love's eyes that day,

A herd of seals, blue orchids rare,

A new born calf upon the hay.

And should it be ten thousand days

Before my weary bones shall rest,

That day upon the Irish roads

With my sweet love was far the best.

Inis Mor, May 2010