Ireland

She lets Atlantic waters Shape her rugged shores From sandy unspoilt beaches To her mighty Granite towers Warm breezes from the Gulf Stream She welcomes when they arrive Even though they bring her Rain laden cloudy skies Yet that is what makes Her grass so emerald green The most beautiful island That you have ever seen Her silver lakes and rivers And heather covered hills Brown peat from bogs does welcome Warding off deep winter chills Her seeds are scattered over This great globe that we frequent When we return to her again It’s a present Heaven sent To look and to admire The views that she provides We stand there as the tears fall And our hearts they fill with pride