~ Poetry by me ~
May The Road Rise Up To Meet You
May the road rise up to meet you,
May the wind ever be at your back,
May the sunshine be warm upon your face,
May the rain softly fall on your fields.
And, until we meet again,
may the Gods hold their hands over you.
And, until we meet again,
may the Gods hold their hands over you.
Old Irish blessing
Adaptation, tune: Michaela Macha
