Days of Emerald Isle

On the emerald shores of yonder, Echoes of a life so fond, dear. Daily hustle, laughter like thunder, In the village heart we bond, dear. Hear the blacksmith's lively singing, As the morning sun ascends high. Market's alive, church bells ringing, Underneath the Celtic sky. Festive nights of joy and pleasure, Harvest moon in heavens high. Dancing, singing, life's true treasure, In the heart of Emerald Isle. {end} [Verse] On the shores so green and true Echoes of a life we knew Hustle and bustle Laughter pure In the village heart we endure Hear the blacksmith's melodic hum Morning sun The day's begun Market alive Church bells chime Underneath the Celtic sky's rhyme [Verse 2] Festive nights filled with delight Harvest moon shining so bright Dancing Singing Music's spark In the heart of Emerald's mark