In the misty mornings of the emerald isle,Where whispers of love dance with the breeze,A tale unfolds in every sunlit…
In the gentle embrace of the morning dew, Where the emerald fields stretch wide, The whispers of ancient tales renew,…
In fields where whispers of history lay, The soil remembers every tear and sigh, Seamus, with words like gentle clay,…
Under the Irish sky where whispers grow, A gentle voice once danced with grace, With every word, he sowed the…
In the land where clovers bloom, Where the gentle waves kiss the shore, Love dances in the misty gloom, A…
In the heart of emerald fields, where wildflowers roam, The gentle breeze carries tales of ancient lore. Hills rise like…
In the heart of emerald fields, where legends softly lie, The echoes of our laughter dance beneath the open sky.…
Underneath the emerald skies, Where the gentle breeze softly sighs, Lies a tale of love, pure and true, Wrapped in…
In the misty veil where shadows dance, A whisper lingers, a mournful glance. Emerald fields hold stories untold, Of lives…