You wake in March, Day Seventeen,
To find the world is colored green
As far as you have ever seen
Across the festive streets.
You know today that people paint
The town in green, however quaint,
To honor Ireland’s patron saint
And all his holy feats.
And even if you’ve no belief,
You still don the lucky motif:
A shamrock with an extra leaf
To guide you on your way.
The day’s good luck is on your side
As people gather far and wide
And shout with joy and Irish pride:
Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!