Forever Ill be A Tipperary Rose

In fields where wildflowers sway,

Underneath the Irish skies' gentle haze,

There blooms a rose in Tipperary's embrace,

Whose beauty rivals the sun's warm grace.

With petals soft as a whispered sigh,

And a fragrance that makes the heart fly,

This rose, a symbol of love's sweet art,

Stands tall, a masterpiece of nature's part.

Forever I'll be a Tipperary Rose,

In fields where the river gently flows,

Where legends dance in the twilight's gleam,

And dreams are woven into the stream.

Though time may pass and seasons change,

In memory, I'll forever range,

In the hearts of those who dare to dream,

Of love and beauty, in every stream.

So let the winds carry my name afar,

To places unknown, beneath each star,

For in Tipperary's soil, my essence lies,

Forever I'll be a Tipperary Rose, under Irish skies.