In the heart of emerald fields we gather,
Where tales of old softly weave,
Bound by laughter and shared dreams,
Under skies that never deceive.

Around the table, stories unfold,
Of ancestors brave and true,
Echoes of songs in Gaelic sung,
Binding us with threads anew.

The hearth’s warm glow embraces all,
As rain taps gentle on the pane,
Each smile a testament to love,
In joy and even in pain.

Together we stand on ancient soil,
Holding close what time has spun,
A family knit in the Irish way,
Forever under the Celtic sun.