In the morning mist where the heather blooms, The whispers of ancient tales softly loom, Rolling hills and emerald dreams,…
In fields where shamrocks gently sway, A soul departs on this solemn day. Emerald whispers through the mist, In silent…
In fields where clovers gently sway, Beneath the skies of misty gray, Two hearts entwine, a timeless dance, In the…
In rolling hills where shamrocks grow, A tale of love and kin we know, Through misty morns and twilight’s glow,…
The earth, turned by spade and pen, Whispered tales of ancient men, In fields of green where memories stay, Heaney’s…
In the emerald fields where clovers grow, The whispers of the ancient winds blow, Through cobblestone streets and rolling hills,…
Beneath the emerald skies so cold, Lies the tale of stories, untold, Where shadows dance on ancient stones, And whisper…
In the heart of the rolling green, Where the rivers dance and the skies gleam, Lies a land so rich…