"Nutrition for the Soul": Remembering your roots

Sunday, 15 March 2026

Remembering your roots - St Patrick's Day

The Road Back Home

The rain fell soft on Galway Bay
When I turned my face and walked away
The sea was calling, a mournful tune
Beneath the pale and aching moon
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
Though I wander far, the years will fade
My heart still beats for the roads I made
The fields grew quiet, the hearth grew cold
The tales they told were just stories old
Yet in my dreams I see it clear
The land I love still draws me near
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
Though I wander far, the years will fade
My heart still beats for the roads I made
O Erin fair, I hear your cry
The curlew's song, the lark on high
Through storm and sorrow, through joy or shame
I'll find the road that bears your name
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
When the dawn breaks, the world may change
The road back home I'll find again
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
When the dawn breaks, the world may change
The road back home I'll find again
Take me back where the wild winds roam
Where the green hills sing and the stars are known
When the dawn breaks, the world may change
The road back home I'll find again
The road back home I'll find again