Your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you
Each morning and night
May the roads rise to meet you.
May the wind be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
The rain fall soft upon your fields
And, until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
A GAELIC BLESSING
How sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories
Calling the heart back home
The Harp that once through
Tara’s hills
The soul of music shed,
Now hangs as mute on Tara’s walls
As if that soul were fled
So sleep the pride of former days,
So Glory’s thrill is o’er-
And the hearts that once
Beat high for praise
Now feel that pulse no more.
THOMAS MOORE
Hills as green as emeralds
Cover the countryside
Lakes as blue as sapphires-
And Ireland’s special pride
And rivers that shine like silver
Make Ireland look so fair-
But the friendliness of her people
Is the richest treasure there.
ERIN
Where the wind has a sound like a
sweet song,
And anyone can hum it,
And the heather grows upon the hills
And shamrocks not far from it.
May this luck of the Irish be always,
at hand.
And good friends always near you-
May each and every coming day
Bring some special joy to cheer you.
May the love and protection
Saint Patrick can give
Be yours in abundance
As long as you live.
A special Irish blessing
From the heart of a friend-
"May good fortune be yours,
May your joys never end."
The rose and the shamrock
Will always remind me
Of lanes in the hills
That I left far behind me.
E. GARY BROOKS
May your home be filled with laughter
May your pockets be filled with gold
And may you have all the happiness
Your Irish heart can hold.
A BLESSING FOR YOU AND YOURS
May the grace of God’s protection
And His great love abide
Within your home-within the hearts
Of all who dwell inside.
Take me home to Shamrock Hill
The glorious place of my birth
Where the glens are green and the
heather grows-
‘Tis the prettiest place on earth-
The wind blows free and the air is fresh
And I sti5ll hear a rippling rill.
My heart is sad, but it could be glad-
Take me home to Shamrock Hill.
E. GARY BROOKS
May you have all the happiness
And luck that life can hold-
And at the end of your rainbows
May you find a pot of gold.
May you have
a song in your heart
a smile on your lips
and nothing but joy
at your finger tips!.