Ireland, My Home

Where There Is Hope

O Ireland isn't it grand you look
Like a bride in her rich adornin?
And with all the pent up love of my heart
I bid you the top o' the mornin!

John Locke "The Exile's Return"

Ireland
It’s the one place on earth
That Heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth
And meadow and mist.

Céad míle fáilte romhait!
("A hundred thousand welcomes")

Whenever I dream, It seems I dream
Of Erin's rolling hills-
Of all its lovely, shimmery lakes
And little babbling rills-
I hear a colleen's lilting laugh
Across a meadow fair
And in my dreams its almost seems
To me that I am there-
O, Ireland! O', Ireland!
We're Never far apart-
For you and all your beauty..
Fill my mind and touch my heart.

There's a dear old land of leprechauns
And wondrous wishing wells;
And no where else on God's green earth,
There be such lakes and dells.

No wonder that the angels love
That shamrock covered shore;
It draws my heart home again,
And I love it more and more.

Have you ever heard the story of
How Ireland got its name?
Well, I'll tell you so you'll understand
From whence old Ireland came.

No wonder that I love
That dear old land across the sea;
For here's the way my dear old father
Told the tale to me:

"A little bit of heaven fell
From out the sky one day;
And it nestled on the ocean
In a spot so far away."

"And when the angels found it
It looked so sweet and fair;
They said, "Suppose we leave it?
For it looks so peaceful there."

"So they sprinkled it with stardust
Just to make the shamrocks grow;
‘Tis the only place you'll find them
No matter where you go."

"And they dotted it with silver
To make the lakes so grand;
And when they had it finished,
They called it ... "IRELAND!"

~Author Unknown~

May the Irish Hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the Luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the Blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

A Little Bit Of Heaven

Sure, a little bit o' Heaven
fell from out of the sky one day,
And nestled on the ocean
in a spot so far away;
And the angels found it,
sure it looked so sweet and fair.
They said suppose we leave it,
for it looks so peaceful there!

So they sprinkled it with star dust
just to make the shamrocks grow;
'Tis the only place you'll find them,
No matter where you go;
Then they dotted it with silver
To make its lakes so grand,
And when they had it finished
Sure they called it IRELAND!