In the gentle mist of morning dew,
Where the emerald fields softly grow,
Irish love blooms tender and true,
Like the rivers’ endless flow.
Beneath the ancient oak’s embrace,
Whispers of love so pure and free,
Hearts entwined in timeless grace,
In the land of myth and mystery.
Through the rolling hills and valleys wide,
A love that dances in the breeze,
With every step, side by side,
Together, they conquer life’s seas.
As the sun sets on Galway’s shore,
And stars illuminate the sky above,
Their souls unite forevermore,
Bound by the magic of Irish love.