Emerald Isle

Emerald Isle by Josiah Crocker

Come fly with me
To the Emerald Isle
A place where you can run free
No need to look back and trace your steps
For it resides not on land nor in sea
Its found in a gaze, a touch and a whisper
Between two punch drunk lovers
So hurry on home and we’ll go there tonight
From the comfort of under our covers


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Josiah Crocker