Missing Home

Where is her home, Where is her heart, Deep, so deep in the County Offaly countryside, Just a large piece or part Of her heart and soul missing She is an old woman living in Dublin city hissing, As she tries to survive in an old folks home, She wants, she needs a walk through the fields alone, But her arthritis stops her, kills her dream of going home, She longs for her green fields and tall trees kissing, No more feelings of being missing, Dreaming of walking through her fields alone, As her dear sisters and brothers are in heavens zone, Their home is now missing, But her green fields and tall trees are kissing, With her excitement like a sweet breath of emotion, Love wanders up the beautiful past of their driveway, Like the sunshine after winter's chill in motion, She sees her dear sisters and brothers laughing, running free, In their land of rivers, green fields and tall trees, Kissing with the impact of being free, Comfort and joy singing from the trustworthy trees, Of her childhood Where they all ran free, With the tall trees kissing, No heart or soul missing.