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IRELAND Written and produced by Michael Stewart Ireland – A Song of Place, Memory, and Spirit “Ireland” is written as a journey rather than a destination. It moves the way the island itself does — slowly, generously, and with a quiet confidence that beauty doesn’t need to announce itself loudly to be felt deeply. The song opens in Donegal, not by accident. Donegal sits at the edge of Ireland, both geographically and emotionally. It is where land meets Atlantic weather, where mountains lean toward the sea, and where history feels close enough to touch. From there, the lyric travels the length and breadth of the country — “All the way to Dublin, Galway down to Cork / Dingle to Derry” — not as a checklist of places, but as a way of saying that Ireland’s identity is not confined to one city, one coast, or one story. It is everywhere at once. When the song repeats “Ireland green as green as green”, it isn’t just describing colour. It’s speaking to a sense of continuity — the fields, the hills, the townlands that have remained through centuries of change. Green here is memory, resilience, and renewal. The invitation to “Travel its shores” is as much inward as outward: Ireland reveals itself best when you slow down and let it. Specific landmarks anchor the song in real geography. Glengesh Pass and the Slieve League cliffs evoke scale and drama — places that remind you how small you are, but never insignificant. Lough Swilly and Lough Foyle speak to water as both boundary and connection, shaping lives, trade, and history. These are not tourist postcards; they are working landscapes, lived-in places. The line “Cool in winter and summer / Winter winds, summer holidays” captures Ireland’s unique rhythm. The seasons don’t just change the weather — they change how people gather, travel, and remember. Winter brings introspection and storytelling; summer brings movement, visitors, and returnees coming home. One of the song’s most quietly powerful lines is the “shuggling stone” — a granite boulder near a glen village, balanced by time and chance. It becomes a symbol of Ireland itself: solid, ancient, and yet somehow poised delicately between past and present. The climb, the view to the river, and the sense of having “paid your dues” reflect the effort required to truly know a place — not just to pass through it. The lyric then narrows into community. Raphoe, St Johnston, cricket on a fine day, the Fintown Railway running beside Lough Finn — these details matter because they show Ireland not as myth, but as lived experience. Sport, railways, lakes, and small towns are where national identity becomes personal. When the song says “Oh the Irish true in spirit / Townlands high to lowlands”, it acknowledges something deeper than geography. Townlands are Ireland’s oldest land divisions — older than counties, older than many borders. They speak to belonging, to names passed down, and to a relationship with land that is intimate rather than abstract. “Ireland” doesn’t romanticise history, but it respects it. You can hear centuries of endurance behind the melody — famine, migration, resilience, and return. Yet the song chooses to rest in beauty, not nostalgia. It looks outward, not backward. By the time the song returns to its opening lines, the journey feels complete. Not because every place has been seen, but because the spirit of the island has been acknowledged. The closing repetition — “See the beauty of its green / Winter winds and those summer holidays” — feels like a benediction, a reminder that Ireland is not something you finish understanding. It’s something you keep coming back to. LYRIC: Ireland From Donegal All the way to Dublin Galway down to Cork Dingle to Derry Ireland green as green as green Travel its shores Glengesh Pass Slieve League cliffs Long swilly Lough Foyle Cool in winter and summer Winter winds summer holidays Ireland Shuggling stone granite boulder Near glen village A mountain climb views to river past your dues Ireland from Donegal All the way to Dublin Galway down to Cork Dingle to Derry Londonberry Glengesh Pass Slieve League cliffs Long swilly Lough Foyle Cool in winter and summer Winter winds summer holidays Oh the Irish true in spirit Townlands high to lowlands Snow and summer autumn browns Town of raphoe Near St johnson Cricket at play that’s a nice day Ride Fintown a perfect railway Next to Lough Finn Oowh Ireland From Donegal All the way to Dublin Galway down to Cork Dingle to Derry Ireland green as green as green Travel its shores See the beauty of its green Cool in winter and summer Winter winds and those summer holidays