In the gentle embrace of the morning dew,
Where the emerald fields stretch wide,
The whispers of ancient tales renew,
In the heart where Irish dreams abide.

Through misty hills and valleys deep,
The laughter of children echoes clear,
In the songs of the lark, secrets they keep,
Of love, of loss, of hopes held dear.

In bustling towns where stories unfold,
Cobblestone paths weave tales untold,
With every pint and every clink,
The spirit of Ireland makes hearts link.

As twilight descends on the western shore,
Where waves kiss the cliffs with gentle roar,
The dance of the stars in the Irish sky,
Is a lullaby to the soul, a soft goodbye.