Loving Ireland

Loving my father I love Ireland

And having never been

to Ireland      / And thinking my

name might be Scottish I / Love Scotland too

and having never been / To Scotland

thinking my name might be Irish

might      / I want to go

and knowing or      thinking I know      / My family name's the name

Of the man who owned my family      two hundred years ago

I want to go to where

his family came from want / The land to welcome me

more than I want

To go to Africa      to find my tribe if my

Tribe has not been erased from my

Blood

I want Ireland to know

whose son I am      / And that I am

also its son