I’ve never known my home.
I’ve never known my home as a great nation
That built the foundation of such pride

My pride grew for the love of my home.

I strolled against the River Shannon when the sundews were new
I laughed with the breeze along the Lough Neagh and danced with the waves.
I dreamt at the Blue Stack Mountains’ Peak.
I felt the thumps and tune of the pipes during St. Patrick’s when the young step dances synchronize their steps with the rest of the nation and felt its’ force course though my blood.

I’ve never known my home.
Proud, welcoming home

My Pride grew for the love of my home.