All That I Am

From the hills of the mournes

To the blackened mayo bogs

And the shorelines of Dundalk

To the river blood of cork

From the old & ancient clans

To my mother's weathered hands

And the house where I was born

And the skin that I adorn

Blood

Love

Guilt from above

Work

Muck

Words, and absence of

It is all that I am

From the poor mouth's gone before

To the boats across the shore

The extending family tree

From New York to Inishfree

To the man that I've become

In the shadow of the Somme

And the words my brother wrote

That I keep inside my throat

Blood

Love

Guilt from above

Work

Muck

Words, and absence of

It is all that I am