Innonymus

Lyrics

In the hills of Sligeach where the rivers flow,
Lives a farmer with a heart aglow.
With the morning sun shining bright and clear,
He toils the land with love, year by year.
His hands are weathered, but his spirit strong,
In the fields of green, he hums a song.

God bless the Irish farmers, brave and true,
Bringing food to our tables, a gift from you.
With every harvest, under skies so wide,
The pride of our nation, in you we confide.

With a plow in hand and a smile so bright,
He dances with the winds in the soft daylight.
From the golden grains to the fruit on the vine,
The bounty he offers is simply divine.
For every child who dreams of their meal,
He sows the seeds with unyielding zeal.

God bless the Irish farmers, brave and true,
Bringing food to our tables, a gift from you.
With every harvest, under skies so wide,
The pride of our nation, in you we confide.

From the fields to the homes, the love you share,
Through each storm and trial, you always care.
A heart full of hope, a hand for the land,
Together we stand, united and grand.

God bless the Irish farmers, brave and true,
Bringing food to our tables, a gift from you.
With every harvest, under skies so wide,
The pride of our nation, in you we confide.

So here’s to the farmers, the backbone of our shores,
With every crop they sow, our gratitude pours.
In the heart of Sligeach, let their stories unfold,
For the love of the land and the tales that we hold.