| Countless rivers and streams run through meadows of green
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| The world is still asleep
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| While the sun and the rain keep on playing their game
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| An endless hide and seek
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| From the hills in the north blows a wind to the shore
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| And sings our favorite song
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| When I look at the coast I breathe in and I know
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| It’s here where I belong
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| Do you know this island?
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| Our haven in the sea
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| A shamrock in the ocean
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| We call the Land of Green
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| The Land of Green
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| So proud and free
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| Where the skies are clear and the fiddles still cheer
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| No place I’d rather be
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| Once you land on these shores you won’t leave anymore
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| My home, my Land of Green
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| We’ve been riding the storm since the day we were born
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| With glory in our hearts
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| Never going astray cause we’d find our way
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| With hope and faith and love
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| With a smile on our face we would long for this place
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| We’d love to call our own
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| Where there’s laughter and joy every acre of soil
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| Is a piece of home
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| Do you know this island?
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| Our haven in the sea
|
| A shamrock in the ocean
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| We call the Land of Green
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| The Land of Green
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| So proud and free
|
| Where the skies are clear and the fiddles still cheer
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| No place I’d rather be
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| Once you land on these shores you won’t leave anymore
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| My home, my Land of Green
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| The Land of Green
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| So proud and free
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| Where the skies are clear and the fiddles still cheer
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| No place I’d rather be
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| Once you land on these shores you won’t leave anymore
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| My home, my Land of Green |