MY GLEN

Take me back once again

To my beloved Irish glen

Where fading eyes may look

On verdant meadow and babbling brook

Let their beauty fill my eyes

Before breath in aching body dies

Then I never more shall see

The place that means so much to me

When in days of wondering childhood

Beside a sparkling stream I stood

Watched its waters running by

Listening to a curlew cry

Wildflowers in a meadow crept

Tossed leaves of trees, heads windswept

Hills standing still in distant view

In the haze of sun appearing blue

Most contentment I knew was when

I walked in my beloved glen

But no more I shall it roam

For God is gently calling me home

Some day now I shall depart

When death’s chill hand stills my heart

But I know a fairer land above

Outshines this glen that I love

When my body lies in this glen

My soul it shall see heaven then

Where more beauty shall be seen

Than my glen of emerald green

My road has reached its final bend

To a fairer land I shall ascend

But I cannot journey to the golden shore

Until my body rests in my glen once more

Colin Moffett