I wear three crowns,
Three rings on my fingers:
Runes on right signifies the old;
A single Celtic infinity knot the new;
And the shadow of a ghost haunting.
I wear three crowns,
Three countries in my heart:
The old which I can never escape;
The new in which I am settling in;
And the one-leafed that will never be.
I wear three crowns,
Three hopes of a future sun:
Wells of ink to never dry;
Trees providing vegan parchment;
And a heart to find the reason to go on.
