ABSTRACT
How can a tree stand tall; If a rain won’t fall; To wash its branches down. How can a heart survive, Can it stay alive, If its love’s denied for long. Lift the wings, That carry me away from here and, Fill the sail, That breaks the line to home. But when I’m miles and miles apart from you. I’m beside you when I think of you – a Stóirín. And I’m with you when I dream of you – a Stóirín, And a song will bring you near to me – a Stóirín a Ghrá.
