In the land of rolling hills and misty moors,

Where ancient tales whisper at every door,

Ireland calls with its magic so grand,

A place where I long to stand.

To walk the paths of history untold,

Where legends and myths unfold,

In Ireland's beauty, my heart finds a home,

To roam its landscapes, free to roam.

From Dublin's bustling streets so alive,

To the Cliffs of Moher where seagulls dive,

I dream of Ireland, its charm so rare,

In its embrace, I wish to share.

So let me wander through Ireland's green,

In its beauty, a world unseen,

I yearn to explore, to roam and to roam,

In Ireland's heart, I long to call home.