This song was inspired by a couple of different sources. First, my dear friend Amy said that she'd like to hear me sing something slow and Irish. And so I decided to write a slow song about Ireland. Ireland has always felt like my home; the only thing is that at the time I wrote the song, I had never actually been there. The music found a home in my heart the first time I heard an Irish fiddle tune. I had always wanted to go to Ireland and hadn't had a chance and so I found myself being homesick for a place I'd never been. In essence I was homesick for a memory. Now that I've been there, I am blessed and proud to say that I saw almost all of the things that I wrote about. And here is the song:

Homesick For A Memory

In my dreams, I see your green hills
And your moonlit meadows
Castles in the mist,
Waves crash onto distant shores

In my blood, I feel the sweet sound
Of your music singing
Fiddles play your history,
Dryads dance in shade of trees

And in the end I see
I'm homesick for a memory
of a place of stone and grace
a wil o' wisp that leaves a trace of love


With my hands, I know your rich earth
A nd your fragrant flowers
Rain-enchanted cliffs,
A lass on shore with windswept hair

With my hope, I nourish wishes
And a traveler's journey
Speaking ancient rhyme,
We run where sea meets sky

And in the end I see
I'm homesick for a memory
of a place of stone and grace
a wil o' wisp that leaves a trace of love