In the emerald fields where the clover grows,
Beneath the gentle skies, a soft love flows.
With whispers from the ancient stones,
A tale of hearts forever known.

The misty morn where the heather lies,
Carries secrets in the Celtic skies.
A dance of souls by the moonlit streams,
In the land of myths and timeless dreams.

Upon the hills where the wild roses bloom,
The echoes of love dispel the gloom.
With every breeze, a promise is cast,
Binding hearts in the stories of the past.

In the twilight glow, two spirits entwine,
Their laughter mingling with the pines.
Love eternal, as the stars above,
In the Irish night, they find their love.