Kind wind, take me to the place where greens abound,
And the sun warmly shines over a cool mist;
Where strings and pipes create mystical rhythms,
pacifying my soul;
And where hearts and hands are kind,
and everybody smiles like the sunshine.
Oh, Land of the Celts,
Speak to me of your mystery…
A curious foreigner am I,
in blood, lineage, and ancestry.
But in the ancient Faith, I am one of your daughters.
All of us are but the gentiles of Israel,
gathered by the blood of Christ.