Russell Watson – Tippery So Fair Lyrics

The peace drops so softly
And memories unwind
Where the magic of the mountain
Caresses your mind
Where the iris and heather and
Lilies all smile
And the morning sun kisses
The dew on their brow
Tipperary
Each moment there is so rare
Tipperary
The wind sings a song thru the trees
The barley near by bends its knees
When the abbey bell hums in the breeze
Tipperary
Tipperary
The chatter of children as they play in the hay
The clash of the ash in a field far away
The blue of the sky blesses
sweet Slievenamon
The Galtees of noon
Catch the gold of the sun
Tipperary
Each moment there is so rare
Tipperary
When the horses have finished their run
And the oak and the ash trees are won
They fade in the cool Irish sun
Tipperary
Tipperary
The shadow of Cashel
Reaches out to Clonmel
And the sole of the shoe
Has a story to tell
The thunder of warriors
The wonder of grace
The splendor of Ireland
You can see in her face
Tipperary
Each moment there is so rare
Tipperary
The thunder of warriors
The wonder of grace
The splendor of Ireland
You can see in her face
Tipperary
There’s a joy you can feel in the air
And a blessing you hope you can share
For each moment there is so rare
Tipperary