The Irish man and the angel

Let the hills and the glen's
make their greater amense
through the angels of light
beyond treasures their eyes
And the rivers unfold
Like the hands giving prayers
So their love can drink sparkles from the blessings of care.
Let the grand people say of yer great angels tear, tis beauty of heaven akin to their berns.
So sleep little angels in the world ye brought pride for ye peace upon earth is quite brighter than light.
As I reach for the pale and ye fly through the air, take the Irish man and their madens so fair.
Would ye take what ye will of us to heights free wi flight, where theirs no payment needed nor judgement from might.