In fields of green where shamrocks grow, Beneath the skies where soft winds blow, The tales of old, the songs…
In the shadow of the emerald hills, Where whispers of ancient tales reside, Souls find peace in the tranquil stills,…
Beneath the moon’s gentle gleam, they sail the ancient tides, Aboard their ship of dreams, where boundless freedom resides. With…
Beneath the ancient oaks, where shadows dance, Lies the story of a world, in a timeless trance. Each whisper from…
Beneath the skies of endless grey, Where ancient tales in whispers stay, The rolling hills, the emerald green, In every…