Somewhere in the world There is a place for me; It lies far away, Across the great sea. The landscape is perfect; As the grass is always green. The sky is always blue, And the air is crystal-clean. Stones are place carefully In perfect rings; And faeries watch over The leprechauns that sing. Rainbows cover the sky Each and everyday, And the end of each A pot of gold lays. Bagpipes and drums Play in perfect harmony. They echo from shore to shore; From Cork City to Killarney. The place of my heart From North Shore to Kildaire; Is the land of true pride; Éire, the Emerald Isle.