The Emerald Isle

From the rolling hills of emerald green

To herds of sheep grazing in the vast field
The charm of Eire never fails to be seen
Where forebears once frolicked is what thou shield

Music flows down thy stony lanes with grace  
As lively folk danceth the jig till dawn
The legends and tales those gents doth embrace  
Thy culture has mine own longing heart drawn 

Emerald depths and seas of crystal blue 
Lighten up the colorless skies of grey 
Looking beyond, I know my love is true                                                  
But without thy beauty I feel astray

Though concrete sights of home have dimmed my view

My soul is still alive with dreams of you