Emerald Country

In a land of green where the hills arise,

Once we stood proud, with our heads to the skies.

Stories of struggle, through shadows we tread,

Echoes of history, the tears that we shed.

Voices of ancestors call from the past,

Whispers of freedom, a bond that will last.

In the heart of the night when the stars shine bright,

We'll carry our dreams, let them take flight.

Traditions once cherished are fading away,

Lost in the noise of a bright new display.

The laughter and sorrow, the tales we once told,