When My Sweet Lassie Journeyed Back Home
When my sweet lassie journeyed back home,
The world blooms like a garden in spring.
Rivers of joy through my heart roam,
As if larks in my soul take wing.
Her steps, like music on life's grand stage,
Compose a symphony of return.
Each mile crossed, a turned page,
In love's book where passion burns.
Her homecoming, a dawn breaking bright,
Chasing shadows from my longing night.
In the green foothills of Ireland, but she knows that
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