Underneath the emerald skies,
Where the gentle breeze softly sighs,
Lies a tale of love, pure and true,
Wrapped in the misty morning dew.
In the fields where shamrocks dance,
Hearts entwine in a timeless trance,
Whispers of the ancient lore,
Speak of love forevermore.
By the shores where waves embrace,
Love finds its gentle, cherished place,
In every glance, a secret shared,
In every touch, a soul laid bare.
Oh, the moonlit nights in the Irish air,
Where dreams are woven with tender care,
In the heart of Erin’s isle so green,
Love’s eternal flame is seen.