on my neck lies a gold clover,
though its close to my heart, it feels much closer,
it gives me pride, it gives me relief,
and each time i hold it, i always feel safe,
each time i hold it, i always feel the same,
security, pride, and yet i hold my head low,
for inside it holds, the key to my soul,
no one can see what lies behind the clover but me,
a power so great, that only i can see,
i'm all irish inside and proud to be,
and that's when i realize, it means the world to me,
each time i hold it, i close my eyes and hang my head down,
but as long as its near me, i can never frown,
i feel naked without it, and i cannot explain the feeling i have with it,
all i know, is the shamrock has a power over me inside it.
