When placed within a Christmas arbor’s limbs, this orb of glittering shamrocks will sweetly sing, of holidays past and of the lovely land of Ireland. Deep in my heart lies the land of mist and green, filling my mind’s eye with rolling hills, cliffs and seas, stretching out as far as one can dream to see. An eternal light emanates from this ancient land, where much is left untouched by human hand. Memories rest in the grandfather clock, whispering old tales and secrets to a warm tick tock, with this in my soul I will always walk. They say wherever fate has blown you, Eire always welcomes and knows you, so we celebrate with this ball of clover.