Children of Lir-Oil & Watercolour

Oil & Watercolour

Children of Lir

On Lake Derravaragh in the County Westmeath, you can hear children singing as they swim between the reeds

And it’s a song for their Father, his big hands they long to hold 
and have near to their feathers, when the great lake grows cold

And from Torr Head to the Mull of Kintyre, you can hear children crying all across the Straits of Moyle

And it’s a call to their Mother, her long hair they long to hold 
but the spell cannot be broken, until a Christian bell rings aloud

And nine hundred years is a long time in the wild, but hope is all that you have when you're but a child

And when you miss the snowy plumage of your Mother’s chest
find her among the Forget-Me-Nots and the Water Cress

On the Isle of Inis Glora in the County Mayo, you can children praying upon the roof of Teampall Na Bhfear

And it’s a prayer to St. Brendan, as he raises up the Host on Sabbath day
for devotion is rewarded, and ye will be Baptised before you die

And nine hundred years is a long time in the wild, but hope is all that you have when you are but a child

And when you miss the snowy plumage of your Mother’s chest, find her among the Forget-Me-Nots
and the Water Cress

Cathal O'Briain © 2017