Upon the windswept cliffs we stand,
Where ancient whispers kiss the land.
The emerald fields stretch far and wide,
In Ireland’s heart, our dreams abide.

Beneath the sky, so vast and gray,
The tales of old still find their way.
In every brook and every glen,
The songs of yore are sung again.

The laughter in the village square,
The music that floats through the air.
In every hearth, a story told,
Of love and loss, both brave and bold.

As twilight falls on hills so green,
We walk the paths where souls have been.
In Ireland’s embrace, we find our peace,
A timeless dance that shall never cease.