歌词
[Verse 1]
In the misty hills of Éire, ancient tales are tould
Of warriors bould and faerie folk, in days of old
Wit' harp and flute, the bards did sing
Of heroes' deeds and the Sidhe's whispering
[Echoes]
[Verse 2]
From Tara's ancient mound to the rugged coast
Our heritage, our pride, our history boast
In dance and song, our culture thrives
In every heart, our ancestors' lives
[Echoes]
[Instrumental Solo]
[Chorus]
Oh, feel the pulse of the bodhrán's beat
And the fiddle's melody, so sweet
As we gather 'round the hearth's warm glow
In the land where the shamrocks grow
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 3]
On Beltane's eve, the bonfires blaze
As we honor the sun's returning rays
Wit' offerings made and blessings sought
We celebrate the cycle, as we ought
[Instrumental Solo]
[Verse 4]
In every step of the lively céilí
We honor our past, so rich and free
Wit' laughter and joy, we dance and sing
To the rhythm of our ancestors' wing
[Chorus]
Oh, hear the uilleann pipes' haunting cry
And the whistle's call, to the sky
As we raise our voices high and low
In the land where the legends grow
[Verse 5]
In tales of Cu Chulainn and Queen Maeve
Our history and myth, forever weave
In stone circles and ancient trees
The spirits of Éire still roam free
[Verse 6]
Wit' every sip of stout and ale
We toast to tales that never fail
To keep alive our ancient lore
For generations yet in store
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
Oh, feel the whistle's mournful tune
And the harp's enchanting croon
As we keep the flame of tradition aglow
In the land where our spirits flow.
Where our spirits flow
In the land where our spirits flow
[Instrumental Outro]
[End]
[End]
[For the image] An Irish landscape
