• Green plush land as far as the eye can see,

    A sweet scent of earth everywhere,

    Small humble homes and farms dot the land,

    This place is like a green sea,

    Off in the distance a thunderous sound can be heard,
    as horses, gypsies charge across the land freely,

    A sweet, harmounous melody can be heard,
    as people both young and old dance around,
    having a gay old time.

    With fiddles for music, and mugs of amber liquid,

    this place is a distant home, a place I long to see.

    This place is what I wish to be my home.

    People can be proud of this place, this sea of green
    and music, and joy.