Breath of Ireland

Oh sweet Ireland, enchanted land, where wind and light kiss the strand. In your horizons, so vast and green, the heart is lost, caught in the scene.

I admire you in the sea’s embrace, in the sun that appears and lights up the place, in the wind’s soft breath that gently caresses, on golden hills where the heart confesses.

You are mist that dances, rain that paints, you are light that shines and dreams that faint. Oh Ireland, cradle of dreams and peace, in your embrace, all pain will cease.