The heart of Ireland

In the misty hills
where the green winds blow
The heart of Ireland
beats steady and slow
With eyes like the sea
fierce and deep
A soul that the storm
cannot break or sweep
Proud and true
with heads held high
They face the world
with a fearless sigh
Through centuries of trials
their spirit has stood
A people born of fire
of struggle
and blood
In their laughter is strength
in their silence is grace
In every wrinkle
a story
a face
With hands that build
and hearts that heal
They carry a love
that is raw and real
From the cobbled streets
to the rolling green
In every whisper
their dignity is seen
They bow to no one
though humble they stand
For they are the keepers
of this ancient land
The Irish are proud
not with boast or pride
But with a dignity
that cannot hide
For in every man
and in every tree
Is the heart of Ireland
forever free