Beneath the gentle rain, where whispers roam,
In fields of emerald green, there lies our home.
A hearth that glows with stories of the past,
In every heart, a love that holds steadfast.
The lilting melodies of laughter’s song,
Dance through the air, where memories belong.
Around the table, tales of yore are spun,
Binding us together, each and every one.
In quiet moments, when the world is still,
The echoes of the hills our spirits fill.
With every step, we tread the ancient ground,
In familyâs arms, our greatest strength is found.
As shadows lengthen, and the day departs,
We hold these bonds within our beating hearts.
For in this clan, the roots run deep and wide,
In unity, we walk, side by side.