In fields of green where shamrocks grow,
Beneath the skies where soft winds blow,
The tales of old, the songs they sing,
Of ancient times and Celtic kings.

From cobblestone streets in Dublin fair,
To cliffs of Moher, wild and rare,
The laughter rings, the music flows,
In every heart, a story grows.

The dance of light on Galway Bay,
The fisher’s boat at break of day,
The warmth of hearth, the friendly cheer,
In Irish homes, love’s always near.

The poets’ words, the artists’ hand,
The spirit of a timeless land,
In every soul, a whisper heard,
Of Ireland’s life, in every word.