In the land where the shamrocks grow,
Beneath the emerald skies so clear,
There blooms a love, pure and slow,
Whispered in the breeze, so near.
Among the cliffs where the sea does kiss,
The rugged shores of ancient lore,
Hearts entwine in a tender bliss,
Bound by love forevermore.
The rolling hills, so lush and green,
Bear witness to our secret sighs,
As we dance in the twilight sheen,
Beneath the moon’s soft, silvery guise.
O, Irish love, so wild and free,
In your arms, I find my place,
A timeless bond, our destiny,
Forever locked in sweet embrace.