Open up the book of Kells; tell me what you see A heritage of Erin old, a Celtic legacy To tell of times forgotten, and of Ireland's favourite sons Of the good times and the bad times under God's beloved sun Of battles won and battles lost by our Celtic forefathers Of death and of destruction by Viking marauders Of how our country got her name, of Cuchulain of Ferdia Of Finn McCumhaill and Brian Boru, the O'Donnells and Hugh O'Neill
Oh tell me more of Erin old, of the famine of black '47 Our loved ones lost 1916, how they'll be forgotten, never Look around our countryside, the fairest of them all In every hill and every field there's a story to be told But if you don't believe me, just look and you will see In this heaven called the Emerald Isle, the orange, white and green So listen to my stories old, and tell me what you see Just what I mean I mean by heritage And our Celtic Legacy
Into the light come the soldiers of war Up to the battlefield proudly they walk Ready for anything, devil or man To fight for their liberty, thy will be done
Centuries of fighting with no real result Celtic attacks up to bombing assaults Nobody wins everyone loses Good over evil what will you choose!
Nobody laughs, everyone cries Nobody lives, everyone dies Out of the dark ages into the light Fighting for liberty night after night
Willing sacrifice everything here Looking for peace for everyone dear Do what they got to do to save our land Everyone's got to lend a hand
Tell me stories long and true Of how our land has grown up through The ages that have long gone, passed us by A nation we may never be, no peace, no love, no liberty Unrest in our country 'til I die
Out of the ashes the spirit did rise From the embers of war he arose A spirit of freedom from heaven and earth To show us the light from above Life and love and liberty are well worth fighting for To make our country one again, to open up the door
Well will our people stop fighting inside They start off as heroes, tomorrow they die
And now that my story's nearly told Looking back at your folk and the old This legacy of love and hate will die In our hearts so full of passion as we cryTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
