Echoes of Éire Lyrics

In the morning light they rise with the tide

Fishermen casting nets with hearts open wide

Farmers in the fields with hands worn and true

Working the land under skies so blue

Oh the echoes of Éire in the laughter and the song

Tales of old Ireland where the true hearts belong

With the fishermen and farmers who forged our land so dear

Their stories live forever in the echoes of Éire

By the cliffs and the shores where the wild waves play

They share their tales at the end of the day

With a pint in hand and a smile so bright

They weave their dreams in the soft moonlight

Oh the echoes of Éire in the laughter and the song

Tales of old Ireland where the true hearts belong

With the fishermen and farmers who forged our land so dear

Their stories live forever in the echoes of Éire

Through the emerald fields and the timeless cliffs

Their spirit shines in every breath we lift

With every wave that crashes and every breeze that blows

The heart of Ireland in their legacy grows

Oh the echoes of Éire in the laughter and the song

Tales of old Ireland where the true hearts belong

With the fishermen and farmers who forged our land so dear

Their stories live forever in the echoes of Éire

So raise a glass to the ones who came before

The fishermen and farmers who opened every door

Their spirit lives within us in every tale we share

In the echoes of Éire forever they are there