Lift The Wings - Bill Whelan

How can the small flowers grow

If the wild winds blow

And the cold snow is all around?

Where will the frail birds fly

If their homes on high

Have been torn down to the ground?

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, a Grá

How can a tree stand tall

If the 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 as I dream of you

A Stóirín

And a song will bring you near to me

A Stóirín, a Grá