In the emerald fields where shamrocks bloom,
Lies a cottage by the silver stream,
A sanctuary of love and warmth,
Where family gathers in a golden dream.
The hearthstone glows with ancient tales,
Of laughter, tears, and whispered prayers,
In every corner, memories dwell,
Binding souls with tender care.
The matriarch with eyes so wise,
Her hands weave stories of the past,
The patriarch with steady gaze,
His strength a beacon, holding fast.
Childrenâs laughter fills the air,
A symphony of joy and light,
In the heart of an Irish home,
Love and unity shine bright.