Celtic Waters

In the misty highlands, where the eagles soar,
Lies a realm of legends, tales of ancient lore.
Whispers of the druids, echoes of their chants,
Celtic waters murmur, in a timeless dance.

Flowing through the valleys, under moonlit skies,
Celtic waters whisper, ancient lullabies.
Ripples tell the stories, of the brave and free,
In the heart of nature, flows the emerald sea.

Through the green-clad mountains, to the rugged coast,
Spirit of the water, is what haunts us most.
Mystic rivers winding, to the ocean's call,
Carrying the secrets, through the waterfall.

Hear the pipes a'calling, in the twilight's glow,
Spirits of the water, in the ebb and flow.
Dancing with the selkies, in the waves' embrace,
Celtic waters hold us, in their ancient grace.

Flowing through the valleys, under moonlit skies,
Celtic waters whisper, ancient lullabies.
Ripples tell the stories, of the brave and free,
In the heart of nature, flows the emerald sea.

In the misty highlands, where the eagles soar,
Lies a realm of legends, tales of ancient lore.
Whispers of the druids, echoes of their chants,
Celtic waters murmur, in a timeless dance.

So let the Celtic waters, carry you away,
To a land of wonder, where the faeries play.
In the silver streams, where the legends dwell,
Celtic waters sing, with a magic spell.