The Emerald Lullaby

[Verse] In the hills of Ireland Where the rivers flow A lullaby is sung So gentle and slow The sound of bagpipes Echoing in the air Harp and flute harmonize A melody so rare [Verse 2] The accordion whistles With a joyous tone The violin weeps With a melody all its own The Bodhrán drums Keeping the rhythm true And guitars strum softly As the nightfall drew [Chorus] Oh Let the strings dance With the Irish Bouzouki The music wraps around you Like a gentle sea In the sweetest of voices The lullaby will begin A Celtic dream Where the nightingales sing [outro]