The lyrics from a song from my fourth album “The Storyteller “ Called
Tir na nOg
Tir na nOg
By Paul McCann
Forever young just children are
sailing in ships inside a jar
so much time to sing our cares away ,
No one gets older day and day .
In a land beyond the sea where flying horses speak to me
In the land of Tir Na Oge where magic music rises from the sea
Everyone has gone away from me
like the two white swans I used to see
I’m waiting here for their return some day to the land of tir na nog today ,
From the mists of time where life began
when music flowed all over Ireland ,
Handed down those tunes through all the years, ancient music often reappears
My name is Pogue from Tir Na Nog I come
with songs and stories here for everyone
You might hear me singing once again ,
You might hear me calling out your name
Willa Goodheart, honest and hard-working white collar worker finds herself connected to a police investigation for a serial killer; and she hasn't a clue why - that is, until she begins digging.
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