In the misty glen where whispers play
Echoes of ancient tales, in twilight they sway
With footsteps light, through the heathered ground
Where the heart of Eire's spirit is found
Let the rhythm of the forest guide your way
In the dance of stars and the break of day
Hear the lark's song, as the sun ascends
Golden hues upon the hills, message it sends
Wolves' soft howls blend with the breeze
Where the magic whispers, bring us to our knees
Let the rhythm of the forest guide your way
In the dance of stars and the break of day