Claddagh The Ring Of Love
There's a tale of a little village of
Ireland
Claddagh of fishing fame,
Who made a sigils image for the fishermen
A symbol very brave.
It spoke for mighty power upon the wild
seas
So was fashioned into golden rings
Our ancestors to hold forever
As memory of their kin.
Mothers bequeathed them to their daughters
An inheritance to keep,
For suitors to know how it was worn
To change it was a feat.
When the crown was in, upon her right hand
A lass flew as a bird,
But, if it was crown and heart out
She was a taken girl.
Then when she tied the marriage knot
It was swapped to her left hand
Heart and crown turned out
To tell the world she had her man.
Together forever the promise of love
Hand in hand upon life's path,
The circle of oneness to never end
Sealed by God within the heart.
The crown is for the Heavenly Father
The left hand for the Son,
The right hand for the Holy Ghost
Our hearts to be won.
~♥~
Soft Whispers to you from
midi..The Yew Tree by Brian McNeill
from 'Home Ground' by the Battlefield Band
