A world resides in Erin’s eyes
That makes my thought drift far away,
To emerald hills and cloudless skies,
To where the woodland forests rise,
Which hide the faeries from the day.
A world resides in Erin’s eyes,
It over-brims with warm surprise,
And beckons in the strangest way
To emerald hills and cloudless skies,
Where the wise are fools and fools are wise,
Where some strange magic comes to play.
A world resides in Erin’s eyes:
Enchanted by all this world implies,
I fall beneath the gentle sway
Of emerald hills and cloudless skies,
Where all is green, where nothing dies,
Where life is joy – eternal May.
A world resides in Erin’s eyes
Of emerald hills and cloudless skies.
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