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AmI Sing the Fields I sing the Farm EmI Sing the House my Mother was Born FIn Gortatagort, Colomane CA Green Jewel
Sewn in a Patchwork Quilt of Fields Between the Mountain and the River In this Time now, and in Another Where I ran Free with my Brothers Through the Long Meadow, the Cnocán Rua, The Fort Field, the Páirc na Claise, The New House Field, the Gallán Field, The Clover Field, the Rushy Field
FWhere the Red FGuschia weeps in the AmHen’s EmGarden And the Angels bleed over Bantry Bay
I see the House I see the Yard I see the Stall I see the Stable I see the Haggard and the Hen’s garden I see the Hill I see the Well I Sing the Spring and the Well water The Flat field, the Hilly field The South Ray Grass, the North Ray Grass The Brake, and the Páircín na hEornan Where the red fuschia weeps in the Hen’s Garden And where God goes to sleep in the Hills and Valleys And the Moon rises over the Haggard And Peace descends on Gortatagort And the Angels bleed over Bantry Bay