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lift the wings
(Whelan) McGuinness Whelan Publishing
How can the small flowers grow
If the wild winds blow
And the cold snow is all around
Where will the frail birds fly
If its home on high
Has been torn down to the ground
chorus
Lift the wings
That carry me away from here
And fill the sail
That breaks the line to home
But when I’m miles and miles
Apart from you
I’m beside you when I think of you
A stoirín a ghrá
How can a tree stand tall
If the rain won’t fall
To wash its branches down
How can the heart survive
Can it stay alive
If its love is denied for long
chorus x2