SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW
THE CLOVER PATCH
We're searching for our clovers,
Most clovers in the clover patch
But we're looking for our clovers,
If only we could find them
As we search the tears begin to flow
We feel so very lucky
So we reach into the clover patch
Their color is so bright and green.
The extra leaf is theirs alone.
Then we look into the clover patch
Someday we'll all be clovers
WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING
OH DANNY BOY .....in Memory of Daniel Scott Forrester
Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
AN IRISH LULLABY
Over in Killarney
A BUNCH OF WILD THYME
For thyme it is a precious thing
RUSTY GREEN
.....by John Denver
Rusty green summer's almost gone,
IRISH BLESSING
May the light of heaven shine on your grave.
Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song,
Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life.
“The true harvest of my life is intangible -
My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:
Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?
If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?
.....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
The ones we just can't seem to find.
We know they're in the clover patch.
They went there way before their time.
Have only three green leaves.
Each representing faith, hope, love
Of a life that was complete.
The one's with leaves of four,
Another leaf that represents
A young spirit that has soared.
And gather in our special clover.
We'd hold them close against us
And know their life's not really over.
And drop like rain upon the patch.
The four leaf clovers grow so tall
We know there's nothing that they lack.
To have found them with our tears.
We finally have them back again
And there's nothing left to fear.
For the one we recognize.
Just as we grasp it's stem to pick
That's when we start to realize.
That added leaf makes them so bold.
They stand out amongst the others
Because they have a special soul.
They earned it when they died.
No one can take it from them.
They'll be forever recognized.
At all they're surrounded by.
Faith and hope and love are there.
We couldn't pluck them if we tried.
And our leaves will be of three
In the patch with four leaf clovers
Lucky throughout eternity.
© 2007 - Christine Ross
There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.
For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.
And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.
And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.
Many years ago,
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
And l'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."
Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme with all its flavours, along with all its joys
Thyme, brings all things to my mind
I see winds clouding up the sun
And I can't find my way,
everything's grey
Rusty green eyes on my mind,
memories someplace out of time
All the things we would do,
I still love you
It's a sad song to sing,
painted rusty green
A brief fading picture of spring
and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,
over a rainbow trail.
~Robert Motherwell
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.
~ Lord Byron
a little star dust caught,
a portion of the rainbow I have clutched”
~ Henry David Thoreau
So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.
-Wordsworth,William
MEMORIAL RAINBOWS
"VISIT WITH LUKE"
Last Entry in Luke's Journal:
"When there is love in my heart and a smile on my face,
I need nothing else." ~ Luke Ross
"MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU"
Music playing:
SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW