Erin
Where the wind has a sound like a
sweet song,
And anyone can hum it,
And the heather grows upon the hills
And shamrocks not far from it.
sweet song,
And anyone can hum it,
And the heather grows upon the hills
And shamrocks not far from it.
Shamrock Source: Wikipedia
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Whenever I dream,
It seems I dream
Of Erin’s rolling hills
Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes
And little babbling rills.
I hear a colleen’s lilting laugh
Across a meadow fair.
And in my dreams
Its almost seems
To me that I am there
O, Ireland! O, Ireland!
We’re never far apart
For you and all your beauty
Fill my mind and touch my heart.
It seems I dream
Of Erin’s rolling hills
Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes
And little babbling rills.
I hear a colleen’s lilting laugh
Across a meadow fair.
And in my dreams
Its almost seems
To me that I am there
O, Ireland! O, Ireland!
We’re never far apart
For you and all your beauty
Fill my mind and touch my heart.
Enjoy your day! For some Irish music and more pictures, click here and here.
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