by: Shirley Satterfield
A land of mossy mists and ancient myths,
Flutes and dance, stringed instruments.
The wearing of the green is always seen on St. Patrick’s Day,
Hallelujah, the snakes have gone away.
Sin has lost it’s ancient sway
In the land of fairies and a saint named Mary.
The snakes have gone away.
Hallelujah, our troubles are gone away.