May the roads rise to meet you. May the wind be at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; The rain fall soft upon your fields And, until we meet again, May God hold you in the palm of His hand. A GAELIC BLESSING
May your blessings outnumber The Shamrocks that grow And may trouble avoid you Wherever you go.
May the saint protect ye- An’ sorrow neglect ye, An’ bad luck to the one That doesn’t respect ye t’ all that belong to ye, An long life t’ yer honor- That’s the end of my song t’ ye!
Beautiful photo!
ReplyDeleteVery Ring of Bright Water - I could live there.
ReplyDeleteGlad you like it.