I Come From a Place Called Ireland

I come from a place where fairies are real

Where the grass is as green as an emerald

And when the wind blows it’s always at your back

Guiding you on your way

I come from a place where everyone speaks in song

Where the sea is as wild as the land it crashes upon

And when you have too much sorrow to bear

There’s a pint and a friend waiting to share it

I come from a place where the air smells like home

Where the peat burns as hot as our pride

And when you look up to a sky painted with stars

You realize that magic is real

I come from a place called Ireland.