Beneath the gentle rain, where whispers roam, In fields of emerald green, there lies our home. A hearth that glows…
In the emerald fields where whispers dwell, A shadowed path where legends softly tread, The echoes of the ancient stories…
In the heart of emerald fields we gather, Where tales of old softly weave, Bound by laughter and shared dreams,…
In the misty dawn of emerald fields, Shadows dance where silence yields. The ancient stones, they softly weep, Tales of…
In fields of green where shamrocks grow, The heart of Ireland beats with a gentle flow, Among the hills and…
In the quiet of the Irish dawn, Where verdant fields meet sky and sea, A poet’s voice once softly sang,…