Bove her kind face
Like landscapes of milk and dew
Sits a crown of glass
On waves of burnt umber
Held firmly aloft
A sceptre of crystal
Made by her ruling hands
At the dawn of her reign
We bow to a distant glow
Terra Hiberna
As we pass into winters hold
Terra Hiberna
In a white gown shes clad
Gone is her emerald green
Her seas now are grey
And turbulent silver
The wealth of her fields
Grew under a golden July
And shrank on the stalks
In the rain of November
A storm sweeps across
Her highlands and valley slopes
And shifts the snows
Like the sands of her deserts
Like landscapes of milk and dew
Sits a crown of glass
On waves of burnt umber
Held firmly aloft
A sceptre of crystal
Made by her ruling hands
At the dawn of her reign
We bow to a distant glow
Terra Hiberna
As we pass into winters hold
Terra Hiberna
In a white gown shes clad
Gone is her emerald green
Her seas now are grey
And turbulent silver
The wealth of her fields
Grew under a golden July
And shrank on the stalks
In the rain of November
A storm sweeps across
Her highlands and valley slopes
And shifts the snows
Like the sands of her deserts