Lyrics
# Verse 1: The Green Hills
Oh, the green hills of Ireland, so lively and so grand,
Carpeted in emerald green, the finest in the land.
Where the shamrocks grow aplenty, and the air is fresh and free,
In the heart of dear old Ireland, is where I long to be.
# Chorus
So, raise your glasses high, my friends, and let your voices soar,
For the love of dear old Ireland, now and forever more.
# Verse 2: The Blue Sky
Underneath the blue sky, so bright, so high,
Where the larks and linnet's melodies in sweet harmony lie.
The sun shines down on Ireland, casting shadows long and lean,
Oh, the sky of dear old Ireland, is the bluest ever seen.
# Chorus
So, raise your glasses high, my friends, and let your voices soar,
For the love of dear old Ireland, now and forever more.
# Verse 3: The River
By the gentle river that flows, through the valley wide and deep,
Where the salmon leap so gracefully, and the willows softly weep.
The river tells a tale, as it winds its way to the sea,
Of the life in dear old Ireland, and its charming mystery.
# Outro
In the land of saints and scholars, under the rainbow's end,
Here's to dear old Ireland, our true and faithful friend.
# Verse 1: The Green Hills
Oh, the green hills of Ireland, so lively and so grand,
Carpeted in emerald green, the finest in the land.
Where the shamrocks grow aplenty, and the air is fresh and free,
In the heart of dear old Ireland, is where I long to be.
# Chorus
So, raise your glasses high, my friends, and let your voices soar,
For the love of dear old Ireland, now and forever more.
# Verse 2: The Blue Sky
Underneath the blue sky, so bright, so high,
Where the larks and linnet's melodies in sweet harmony lie.
The sun shines down on Ireland, casting shadows long and lean,
Oh, the sky of dear old Ireland, is the bluest ever seen.
# Chorus
So, raise your glasses high, my friends, and let your voices soar,
For the love of dear old Ireland, now and forever more.
# Verse 3: The River
By the gentle river that flows, through the valley wide and deep,
Where the salmon leap so gracefully, and the willows softly weep.
The river tells a tale, as it winds its way to the sea,
Of the life in dear old Ireland, and its charming mystery.
# Outro
In the land of saints and scholars, under the rainbow's end,
Here's to dear old Ireland, our true and faithful friend.
