Clare My Heart My Home

Tonight dear friends I’ll sing a song, a toasting glass I’ll raise
To a place that means the world to me, on the Wild Atlantic Way
A land where blessed feet once tread, where kings and princes roamed
A place of beauty and renown, Clare, my heart, my home.

So raise your voices one and all, sing out, let it be known
The Banner’s flying high tonight, in Clare, my heart, my home

Liscannor Bay and Moher’s cliffs greet white Atlantic foam
And Burren’s beauty uncompared, majestic land of stone
The rolling hills of Tulla, Inchichronan, Craggaunowen
All jewels in the crown that is, Clare, my heart, my home

So raise your voices one and all, sing out, let it be known
The Banner’s flying high tonight, in Clare, my heart, my home

Across this land are ancient ruins, once built by holy hands
From Scattery to Corcomroe, from Killaloe to Quin
Kilfenora of the crosses, seven carved from Burren stone
Standing tall as sentinels of faith in Clare, my heart, my home

So raise your voices one and all, sing out, let it be known
The Banner’s flying high tonight, in Clare, my heart, my home

And now it’s time to bid farewell, this night must come to end
But I wish you peace and god’s blessings until we meet again
If ever you return again of this you can be sure
You’ll be welcome here with open arms, in Clare, my heart, my home

So raise your voices one and all, sing out, let it be known
The Banner’s flying high tonight, in Clare, my heart, my home

So raise your voices one and all, sing out, let it be known
The Banner’s flying high tonight, in Clare, my heart, my home