Looking Up - Tír na nÓg

When you’re looking up

I see the sun’s reflection in your dark blue eyes

When you’re looking down

The same sun sends some shining silver streams

Through your golden hair

When you walk along

I collect the white daisies that spring beneath your feet

When you start to speak

I gather all your precious loving words

To save for when I’m old

When you go to sleep

Seven good fairies come and sprinkle you with love

When you start to wake

Three elfin painters with their jars of sunbeams

Colour your windows