歌词
*(Verse 1)*
In the misty hills of Ireland,
Where the green fields touch the sky,
There’s a tale as old as time itself,
Where the magic never dies.
The Leprechauns are dancing,
In the shadows of the moon,
Guarding pots of golden dreams,
Where the clovers always bloom.
*(Chorus)*
Raise a glass of Guinness high,
To the legends far and wide,
To the stories of the ancient ones,
And the pride we hold inside.
In the land of song and laughter,
Where the spirits never tire,
We’ll sing the tales of Ireland,
By the warmth of the fire.
*(Verse 2)*
The banshee’s cry in the midnight air,
Is a warning, dark and clear,
But the brave hearts of the Irish folk,
Know there's nothing here to fear.
For the fairies and the pookas,
And the old folk by the sea,
Whisper secrets of the ancient world,
To those who dare believe.
*(Chorus)*
Raise a glass of Guinness high,
To the legends far and wide,
To the stories of the ancient ones,
And the pride we hold inside.
In the land of song and laughter,
Where the spirits never tire,
We’ll sing the tales of Ireland,
By the warmth of the fire.
*(Bridge)*
Through the winding roads of history,
In every stone and stream,
Lives the heart of a nation,
Where the old world meets the dream.
With a fiddle and a whistle,
And a drum to keep the time,
We’ll dance with the Leprechauns,
To the rhythm of the rhyme.
*(Chorus)*
Raise a glass of Guinness high,
To the legends far and wide,
To the stories of the ancient ones,
And the pride we hold inside.
In the land of song and laughter,
Where the spirits never tire,
We’ll sing the tales of Ireland,
By the warmth of the fire.
*(Outro)*
So here’s to the Emerald Isle,
Where the past and present meet,
With a Guinness in our hands, my friend,
And the world beneath our feet.
May the Leprechauns be with you,
And the stories never end,
In the land of the shamrock,
Where the heart will always mend.
