Oh Sara I miss you <br />And miss my old Ireland <br />What happened to everyone? <br />Here, in my homeland <br /> <br />Like a stranger I was <br />For what i say, no one understands <br />And after Gaeilge that I used to speak <br />For Béarla my jaws tend to break <br /> <br />Ireland came after Éirinn <br />And Baile átha cliath is Dublin <br />What is left to be changed my dear A Shara? <br />Mountains of Mourne or Hills of Tara? <br /> <br />I still remember A Shara állain de mo chroí <br />How we used to dance the Jig and Reel <br />Over the green fields singing the lullaby <br />Everything now seems like a dream that never comes real <br /> <br />Jig seems not for fun anymore <br />The Gaels dance the break and on rock 'n roll <br />Where's my flute O Dear Sara? <br />Where are the folks and mo chara? <br /> <br />O Sara, Couples we were in times so hard <br />Our love story was made for the good and bad <br />For we are the ones with the green hearts <br />that never die even with our corpses under the grounds <br /> <br />I wish if I was with Oisín in tír na nÓg <br />To reach Ireland's soil later and die <br />Or with Cuchulainn in his battles <br />And die with fame so high <br /> <br />For mother a vow I made <br />That for Éire I'll put my neck under the blade <br />And you Sara your home is here, in my heart <br />And my heart is hold, in old Ireland <br /> <br />Cover me A Shara, and declare the mourning <br />And cry not for me over the night and the morning <br />But for my homeland that flipped upside down <br />That I used to dream of at every dawn<br /><br />Taher Shemaly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oh-sarah/
