In the heart of the rolling green,
Where the rivers dance and the skies gleam,
Lies a land so rich and pure,
With ancient tales and legends to endure.

The whispers of the Celtic breeze,
Through the ancient oaks and whispering trees,
Carry songs of love and lore,
Of heroes brave and battles of yore.

In every village, a story unfolds,
Of laughter, tears, and hearts of gold,
From the cliffs of Moher to Galway Bay,
A tapestry of life in full display.

Oh, Ireland, land of mystic might,
Where every dawn brings new delight,
In your embrace, we find our peace,
In the land of joy that will never cease.