An Ode to the Emerald Isle

THE GREEN OF THE SHAMROCK
Clayton Anderson Bell


Lupines bloom in the valleys of Shannon,
Roses of red carpet vales of Tralee,
Memories of Ireland hold me forever,
The green of the Shamrock beckons to me.


Come, the wee ones are patiently waiting,
Waves washing gently on Galway’s lea,
I hear the flutes and drummers a’ playing,
The green of the Shamrock beckons to me.


Great hills of Wicklow, songs from Killarney,
Cross o’er the mountains, cross o’er the sea,
Then hold to the heart of Ireland forever,
The green of the Shamrock beckons to me.


Peat crops and shanties now in the offing,
Emerald fields colored clearly to see,
Once more I return to my Ireland forever,
The green of the Shamrock beckons to me.