( Iwerzhon means “Ireland” in Breton… I wrote this song in 2011 at the back of the Irish recession… Enjoy).
Iwerzhon ma Iwerzhon
Now twenty years since I’ve been gone
I left you without say goodbye
Didn’t do it, didn’t even try
Iwerzhon ma Iwerzhon
I miss your shores it’s been so long
Didn’t know how happy I was
People ask why I say “because”
Iwerzhon ma Iwerzhon
In your evenings I cry at dawn
I’m stranded in a foreign land
Where all was promised to be grand
Iwerzhon ma Iwerzhon
They say there is no place like home
Now an old man that needs to sleep
My love for you runs strong and deep
Iwerzhon ma Iwerzhon
I see your shores it’s been so long
I know now how happy I was
In the horizon when you rose
Keep well and Eat Happy
Slán Tamall
Franck
Hungry Breton 
You’ll think I’m weird if I tell you that’s so beautiful it hurts? and your photography is just amazing … well Ireland is amazing
Hey, my wonderful friend…You are amazing… Thank you!
jayzz, i browsed a bit. . . .
with ‘busted’ you made me smile (a lot),
for ‘iwhershon’ you made me cry (a bit)
homesick i am
I have read your intro on your blog, and it reminds me of me. Sorry I made you cry, happy I made you laugh, this is just me and I now can feel and understand our connection 🙂
apologies for earlier typo, iwherzhon it should read
None taken, I relate to you… ❤