Irish Hearts: A Poem for St. Patrick's Day

Irish Hearts

That lilting song of the harp

echoes far o’er the Irish hills.

The spirit that nothing stills,

that lilting song of the harp.

Echoes far o’er the Irish hills,

shout the pride in Irish hearts

and the brotherhood imparts

echoes far o’er the Irish hills.

Shout the pride in Irish hearts

hear it sound, beyond the sea

adrift on the wind, flying free

Shout the pride in Irish hearts

Hear it sound, beyond the sea

a tender tune, a haunting voice

and those that hear, will rejoice.

Hear it sound, beyond the sea

A tender tune, a haunting voice,

that lilting song, of the harp.

Music with an ache so sharp,

a tender tune, a haunting voice.

That lilting song of the harp

echoes far o’er the Irish hills.

The spirit that nothing stills,

that lilting song of the harp.