Scene 11
While those souls who were forced to emigrate were faced with the heartbreak of separation, their human spirit was often lifted by a defiant hope at the prospect of a new life.

Lift the Wings
How can the small flowers grow
If the wild winds blow
And the cold snow is all around
Where will the frail birds fly
If their homes on high
Have been torn down to the ground
Lift the wings
That carry me away from here and
Fill the sail
That breaks the line to home
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you
I'm beside you when I think of you -
a Stóirín, a Grá

How can tree stand tall
If a rain won't fall
To wash its branches down

How can the heart survive
Can it stay alive
If its love's denied for too long

Lift the wings
That carry me away from here and
Fill the sail
That breaks the line to home
But when I'm miles and miles apart from you
I'm beside you when I think of you -
a Stóirín, a Grá
And I'm with you as I dream of you -
a Stóirín
And a song will bring you near to me -
a Stóirín, a Grá