In the misty dawn of emerald fields,
Shadows dance where silence yields.
The ancient stones, they softly weep,
Tales of dreams in eternal sleep.

Beneath the sky of endless gray,
Spirits roam where legends lay.
The gentle breeze, a soft lament,
Carries whispers of hearts content.

Through the heather, wild and free,
Echoes of laughter, memories flee.
A land where time stands still and true,
Embracing souls in the morning dew.

In the warmth of candle’s glow,
Stories of love and loss flow.
Together we honor, remember, and sing,
In the heart of Ireland, forever spring.