The real 12 Days of Christmas and Season of Epiphany
Irish Shores calling to me
Green patches of the Islands
And I walk to find her
My true Irish Love
O'Kathleen my sweetie
And her lovely red hair
We walk together
As we see the fair...
She whispers in my ears
I whisper back my love
Her eyes shine brightly
Like a sparkling dove!
We run together through the Isles
We stop at the Cliff's of Mohr
We catch our breath and see
The beauty of it all....
The waves are lapping at us from below
The ocean calling to us
We stay awhile and kiss
It is something we will miss