In the heart of emerald isles, where the whispers of winds sing,
A dance of light and shadow, beneath the ancient oak trees,
The rolling hills embrace the sky in a gentle, timeless fling,
While rivers weave through valleys, whispering secrets to the breeze.
The misty morning dew kisses the heather-clad plains,
As soft as a lover’s touch, as tender as a lullaby,
The call of distant larks echoes through the gentle rains,
Painting the skies with melodies that never die.
Beneath the towering cliffs, where the ocean meets the land,
The waves caress the rugged rocks with a soothing grace,
And in the depths of forest glades, where ancient stones still stand,
The spirit of Ãire whispers, an eternal embrace.
In every leaf and every stream, in every breath of air,
The soul of Ireland sings a song of beauty pure and wild,
A symphony of nature’s gifts, a landscape beyond compare,
A wondrous world of magic, where the heart is reconciled.