In the heart of Ireland’s verdant fields,
Where ancient trees a story yield,
The whispering winds through valleys sing,
Of legends old and seasons’ ring.

The moss-clad stones, the rivers clear,
Hold secrets of a time so dear,
As misty mornings greet the dawn,
And dewdrops kiss the emerald lawn.

Beneath the skies of azure hue,
Wildflowers bloom in vibrant view,
The hills and glens, a canvas wide,
Where nature’s beauty does abide.

Oh, Ireland’s charm, a timeless grace,
Enchants the soul, a warm embrace,
In every leaf, in every brook,
The magic of your lands, we look.