Under a gossamer swan sky
Our present meets the past
Mother and daughter travel the streets
Of E’ire in old Belfast

The bright and brilliant azure sky
Crisp and clear and clean
Dips down to gently touch varied greens
The like we’ve never seen

Murals depict the troubles
Of Northern Ireland life
Rebellion hangs heavy in the air
Reminding of the strife

The Peace Line had been drawn
The wall still standing there
Brother still fights brother
From dusk until the dawn

A country ever fractured
By a god that can’t be seen
The rebels travel south
Refusing reign of England’s queen

Pavement turns to cobbles
On the Dublin streets we roam
From the North the Halligan’s came
We have finally found our home