In fields of green where the shamrocks bloom,
Beneath the sky, a soft, endless room,
Here lies a life, both simple and grand,
In Ireland’s heart, a magical land.

The whispering winds through ancient trees,
Tell tales of yore, of love and peace,
Of laughter shared in the village square,
Where hearts are light, and burdens rare.

The ocean’s song on a rugged shore,
A melody of myth and lore,
In every wave, a story told,
Of lives entwined in days of old.

Through misty morns and twilight’s grace,
The spirit of Ireland finds its place,
In every smile, in every song,
A life so rich, where we belong.