Exile Reflects Copyright © 2009 Reg Wright

Here’s a toast to old Ireland
As we face the Autumn day,
Here’s a toast to old Ireland
Our homeland far away.
And great though this land maybe
With its forests lakes and falls,
Our hearts are home in old Ireland
And each day we hear her call.

The Maple Leaf has succoured
And give us our new start.
With bounty all around us
There’s still a heavy heart.

We’ll carve a land from wilderness,
Where all men shall be free.
And from all nations they will come
To raise their family.

And Ireland will be a memory
A sad thought now and then.
Our hearts still there,
But we’ll not see her again.