Lyrics

Oh, the beauty of Erin's land,
my Ireland so fair.
I love the Emerald Isle with valleys green.
When 'ere I'm gone, I always long
to be back home again,
for she calls to me, sweet jewel of the sea.

Oh, the oak trees through gentle breeze,
whisper a sweet refrain.
The skylarks o'er the grassy meadows sing.
The willows pray, and bluebells sway
to Erin's symphony,
and the angels sing along in harmony.

(Bridge) Oh, Ireland, dear Ireland,
God touched His hand to thee,
with gentle strains o'er Ireland's plains,
a lilting melody.
Oh, Ireland, my Ireland,
you're THE CROWN JEWEL OF THE SEA.
From the shores of Donegal to Cork,
there's no place I'd rather be.

And in evening in Erin's land
as the veil of darkness falls,
The moon is rising over Galway Bay.
The lakes and plains are glittering
in moonlit pageantry,
and the mountains stand so grand in majesty!


Oh, fair Ireland, God's grace shines down on thee,
and you'll always be THE CROWN JEWEL OF THE SEA!





Copyright © 2005 Thomas W. and Jean R. Rapp