Celtic Angel An angel so fair A sight to be seen Coal black hair And eyes of green A sweet Celtic goddess A beauty sublime Would only I guess That she would be mine And happy we are O’er here by the sea ‘neath moon and star To live dreams yet to be PJB AdvertisementShare this:FacebookTwitterMorePrintEmailLike this:Like Loading... Related
to wander the moors lay upon the moss covered by a blanket of stars no words need be spoken just being free who could ask for more oh I do like this one Paul… I like your dream )0(
Céad Míle Fáilte 
……I have no words………… me xoxo
…but it is the words never said that are often heard the loudest……… xoxo
to wander the moors
lay upon the moss
covered by a blanket of stars
no words need be spoken
just being free
who could ask for more
oh I do like this one Paul…
I like your dream
)0(