Lyrics
(Verse 1)
In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty,
There's music and laughter in every grand hall.
With a pint of sweet Guinness, dark and so creamy,
We toast to the tales of the Emerald Isle.
(Chorus)
Oh, raise your glass, my friends, let's sing to the night,
For Galway's green fields and the Cliffs of Moher's height.
With fiddles and whistles, we dance in the glow,
To the land of the shamrock, where the wild rivers flow.
(Verse 2)
In Galway's bright harbor, the fishermen's stories,
Of mermaids and legends, they spin through the air.
The pubs come alive with the sound of old glory,
As fiddlers and pipers join in without care.
(Chorus)
Oh, raise your glass, my friends, let's sing to the night,
For Galway's green fields and the Cliffs of Moher's height.
With fiddles and whistles, we dance in the glow,
To the land of the shamrock, where the wild rivers flow.
(Bridge)
The green rolling hills and the castles so grand,
From Kerry to Donegal, all through the land.
With the wind in our hair and the sun on our face,
We treasure the beauty of this Irish place.
(Verse 3)
From Cork to Kilkenny, the craic is unending,
The spirit of Erin in every fine soul.
With friends all around and the night never ending,
We sing and we dance to the folk of our home.
(Chorus)
Oh, raise your glass, my friends, let's sing to the night,
For Galway's green fields and the Cliffs of Moher's height.
With fiddles and whistles, we dance in the glow,
To the land of the shamrock, where the wild rivers flow.
(Verse 4)
In the heart of Killarney, where the lakes shimmer bright,
The mountains stand tall in the dawn's golden light.
The harp's gentle strings and the bodhrán's sweet beat,
Guide our feet in a jig down the cobblestone street.
(Outro)
So here’s to old Ireland, our hearts will remain,
In the pubs and the fields and the soft summer rain.
With a pint in our hand and a song in our soul,
We’ll cherish these moments wherever we go.
