A Blessing After Rain

When the sun comes out on Ireland,

It's God's own Grace at play;

When the sun comes out on Ireland,

All weariness melts away;

There's twittering in the boughs then,

And fragrance on the breeze,

And glistening in the hedges,

And music among the trees;

You may even see a rainbow 

As the old rain scatters light;

You may hear a fairy singing;

You may see a dream take flight.

Be wise, and seize the moment,

And join in the general song;

When the sun comes out on Ireland,

It's never for very long.