If The World is Made of Gold

Upon the pillow rested the head
and the eyes closed and I dreamt
The sun rays tickled down this face
with a soft touch more like a lace
While images of scenes raced through
in my mind of a world I like to view

and if the world is made of gold,
what shall I get in hand to be?
or where shall I be in this world,
across the lands and sea by sea?
if the heart chose but ol' Ireland,
where my dreams are sound and free

Scenery of the meadows led
and the soul is taken out of bed
Far across the sky into a race
when the heart could not keep a pace
Seeking a world I never knew
where lies the rare ol' mountain dew

and if the world is made of gold,
what shall I gain or so to lose?
or what if the world is to be sold,
to a rich man with mood so loose?
let the heart choose but ol' Ireland,
where I dream the dreams and amuse

With water and pieces of bread
or with poverty and life in bed
Goes so the living for the embrace
of a land out of time and place
A miracle just what fairies brew
where that greenish is always new

and if the world is made of gold,
shall I build churches or domes?
or synagogues of many a fold,
amid the meadows and homes?
care not I, if been in ol' Ireland,
if the world is sold or so becomes