On St Patrick's Day, I was born
America my home, my heritage unknown
T'was two years ago on a musical journey
I found Ireland on the wings of a note

O Ireland, how I long for your valleys and mountains!
How I long to see your hills and streams
From my home 'cross the ocean, I hear your voice singing,
"Happy Birthday from Ireland, my child of the green!
La la laa, la di la laa, la laa di la la
Happy Birthday from Ireland, my child of the green!"

My Da played the tunes on squeezebox and fiddle
And the songs they were tuned to the harp in my soul
St Paddy, ye never told me that I was Irish
'Till I heard your voice singing, bringing me home

Now two years have passed and Ireland sings with me
In every song that flows from my voice and from harp
But I see your eyes smiling and your arms wide open
From the way your children open their hearths and their hearts