Beneath the sky of endless gray,
Where whispers of the past still play,
The emerald fields stretch wide and far,
A dance beneath the Celtic star.

The tales of old in every stone,
Of heroes brave, of lands unknown,
The lilt of laughter, song, and cheer,
In every heart, the spirit dear.

The mist that hugs the morning light,
The cliffs that guard the endless night,
In every breeze, a story told,
Of ancient dreams and hearts of gold.

Through rain and sun, the seasons blend,
A tapestry that knows no end,
In every soul, the magic thrives,
The beauty of Irish lives.