We ride along
with Irish eyes smiling on us.
In the land of false faces,
you all seem to smile sincerely.
We glide along
with the world’s weight tugging on us.
In the realm of parched places,
you all seem to quench the thirsty.
Heroes and villains are not found here…
And with friends harder to uncover,
there may never be any others.
As we ride and glide along,
I pray my gratitude rides too.