St. Patrick along with St.Valentine and St.Nicholas are celebrated the world over by everyone regardless of religion. It's easy to understand why St.Valentine being the patron saint of love and St.Nicholas bringing presents to children are popular and St.Patrick's day is a great excuse to have a knees up and a party, for everyone.
For the Irish it is a celebration of being Irish, of belonging to a charming, friendly race and for everyone else it is a chance to celebrate the Irish.
So who was St.Patrick? His parents were called Calpurnius and Conchessa, Romans living in Britain. St.Patrick was born in Dumbarton in Scotland in the year 387 and his name was Maewyn Succat, but he changed it to Patrick, definitely easier to say.
When Patrick was fourteen he was captured during a raid party and taken to Ireland as a slave. When he was twenty he escaped and went back to Britain, but then he returned to Ireland as a bishop.
St.Patrick preached and converted all of Ireland for forty years and died at a place called Saul in the year 461 which is where he had built the first church.
St.Patrick used the shamrock to teach people about the trinity and it is still a well-loved lucky symbol for Ireland.
In Italy the female version of the name Patrick is very popular, and I have lots of friends called Patrizia. Over the years I've met many Patrizias, and they have all found a place in my heart. I have never met a Patrizio. So to the Patrizias in Italy Buon onomastico and to the Patricks and all the Irish have a happy St.Patrick's day.
The Irish sky
The Irish sky is an ocean of clouds and light,
the Irish sky is a carpet running fast,
the Irish sky has your eyes, if you look up there,
it drowns you in green and covers you in blue,
it covers you in green and drowns you in blue.
The Irish sky feeds itself with moss and wool,
the Irish sky combs through his hair under the moon,
the Irish sky is a flock of sheep grazing in the sky,
it gets drunk with stars during the night and is light in the morning,
it gets drunk with stars during the night and is light in the morning.
From Donegal to Aran Islands
and from Dublin to Connemara
wherever you are, travelling with gypsies or kings,
the Irish sky moves alongisde you,
the Irish sky is in you.
The Irish sky is a huge hat made of rain,
the Irish sky is a kid sleeping on the beach,
the Irish sky sometimes turns the world into black and white,
but after a moment, it makes colours more vivid than they are,
it makes colours more vivid than they are.
The Irish sky is a woman with frequent mood swings,
the Irish sky is a skirt spinning in the sun,
the Irish sky is the Lord playing the accordion,
it opens and closes up to the music,
it opens and closes up to the music.
From Donegal to Aran Islands
and from Dublin to Connemara
wherever you are, travelling with gypsies or kings,
the Irish sky moves alongisde you,
the Irish sky is in you.
Wherever you are, drinking with gypsies or kings,
the Irish sky is in you,
the Irish sky is in you.
Taken from http://lyricstranslate.com/en/il-cielo-d039irlanda-irish-sky.html#ixzz3Uj6B7M3s
Great song! Happy st Patrick's day 😃
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