Charm the Snakes of Ireland

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(Verse 2)
I fled by the harbor where the tall ships lay,
And the Irish Sea carried me away,
But the dreams of the island would not let go,
For a calling burned in the heart below.
Back I came with a pilgrim’s stride,
Through the green fields rolling far and wide,
With a humble staff and a fearless cry,
Under gray Irish clouds in the open sky.
(Chorus)
So charm the snakes of Ireland, drive the darkness away,
Let the bells of faith ring out today,
With a shamrock raised and a heart set free,
Let the light of heaven shine on Erin’s lea.
(Verse 3)
On Tara’s hill where the old fires burned,
Many a doubtful eye was turned,
Kings and druids stood in the morning air,
Wondering what truth I’d declare.
With a shamrock plucked from the meadow green,
I spoke of a mystery rarely seen—
Three in one and one in three,
Like the roots of faith in eternity.
(Chorus)
So charm the snakes of Ireland, drive the darkness away,
Let the bells of faith ring out today,
With a shamrock raised and a heart set free,
Let the light of heaven shine on Erin’s lea.

(Verse 4)
Now the old tales say when the day was done,
All the serpents fled from the rising sun,
Down to the sea and the western foam,
Never again in the hills to roam.
But the truest tale that the people sing
Is the hope and faith that the bells would bring,
From hill and valley to the ocean wide,
Where the light of grace would forever abide.

(Verse 5)
Now the years roll on and the fiddles play,
Every March on Patrick’s Day,
In a cozy pub where the lanterns glow,
And the firelight dances soft and low.
Pints of Guinness raised high with a laugh and cheer,
Strong dark whisky warming the year,
And the old songs ring through the rafters high—
“Saint Patrick’s blessing will never die!”

(Chorus)
So charm the snakes of Ireland, let the old fears fall,
Hear the laughing pub folk call,
With a shamrock raised and a heart set free,
Let the songs of Ireland echo to the sea.
Yes charm the snakes of Ireland, let the story be told,
Of a shepherd’s faith and a spirit bold.

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(Verse 1) I was taken from the shores where the cold winds roam, A restless boy far away from home, Carried over waters to the emerald land, With a shepherd’s crook in my trembling hand. Through the lonely hills and the pouring rain, I whispered prayers through the years of pain, Till a voice in the night said, “Rise and see— There’s a greater road that awaits for thee.” (Chorus) So charm the snakes of Ireland, drive the darkness away, Let the bells of faith ring out today, With a shamrock raised and a heart set free, Let the light of heaven shine on Erin’s lea. (Verse 2) I fled by the harbor where the tall ships lay, And the Irish Sea carried me away, But the dreams of the island would not let go, For a calling burned in the heart below. Back I came with a pilgrim’s stride, Through the green fields rolling far and wide, With a humble staff and a fearless cry, Under gray Irish clouds in the open sky. (Chorus) So charm the snakes of Ireland, drive the darkness away, Let the bells of faith ring out today, With a shamrock raised and a heart set free, Let the light of heaven shine on Erin’s lea. (Verse 3) On Tara’s hill where the old fires burned, Many a doubtful eye was turned, Kings and druids stood in the morning air, Wondering what truth I’d declare. With a shamrock plucked from the meadow green, I spoke of a mystery rarely seen— Three in one and one in three, Like the roots of faith in eternity. (Chorus) So charm the snakes of Ireland, drive the darkness away, Let the bells of faith ring out today, With a shamrock raised and a heart set free, Let the light of heaven shine on Erin’s lea. (Verse 4) Now the old tales say when the day was done, All the serpents fled from the rising sun, Down to the sea and the western foam, Never again in the hills to roam. But the truest tale that the people sing Is the hope and faith that the bells would bring, From hill and valley to the ocean wide, Where the light of grace would forever abide. (Verse 5) Now the years roll on and the fiddles play, Every March on Patrick’s Day, In a cozy pub where the lanterns glow, And the firelight dances soft and low. Pints of Guinness raised high with a laugh and cheer, Strong dark whisky warming the year, And the old songs ring through the rafters high— “Saint Patrick’s blessing will never die!” (Chorus) So charm the snakes of Ireland, let the old fears fall, Hear the laughing pub folk call, With a shamrock raised and a heart set free, Let the songs of Ireland echo to the sea. Yes charm the snakes of Ireland, let the story be told, Of a shepherd’s faith and a spirit bold.

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