A hymn for all the Irish bars Video (MV)

I walked into an Irish bar
Where the music played on guitar
The sound of fiddles filled the air
And laughter echoed everywhere
The smell of stout and Guinness cold
Reminded me of stories old

Oh, in the hymn of Irish bars we sing
Where the memories dance and the glasses cling
A toast to the songs that never die
Underneath the Irish sky

I sat down on a wooden stool
Where the tales of old played like a fool
From Dublin to New York and back
In every heart, an Irish track
The cold beer wet my thirsty lips
As I raised a glass with my fingertips

Oh, in the hymn of Irish bars we sing
Where the memories dance and the glasses cling
A toast to the songs that never die
Underneath the Irish sky

From the emerald green to the twinkling lights
The spirit of the Irish in our sights
We raise our voices, hearts held high
Grateful for the bar culture, never to say goodbye

Oh, in the hymn of Irish bars we sing
Where the memories dance and the glasses cling
A toast to the songs that never die
Underneath the Irish sky

So here's a cheer to all we've seen
In the Irish bars where we convene
The whiskey flows, the music roars
In our hearts, the Irish spirit soars

Oh, in the hymn of Irish bars we sing
Where the memories dance and the glasses cling
A toast to the songs that never die
Underneath the Irish sky

Oh, in the hymn of Irish bars we sing
Where the memories dance and the glasses cling
A toast to the songs that never die
Underneath the Irish sky