Beneath the sky of endless hue,
Where rolling fields of green renew,
Soft whispers through the ancient trees,
Sing songs of time, the soulâs release.
The rivers dance with silver gleam,
Reflecting light in natureâs dream,
Wildflowers bloom in colors bright,
Embraced by mist in morning light.
From cliffs that guard the ocean’s roar,
To valleys rich with folklore lore,
Each breath of land, a story told,
In whispers soft, both young and old.
Oh, Irelandâs heart, so wild and free,
A tapestry of mystery,
In every leaf and every stone,
The spirit of the earth is known.