Escape from the slavery From the villain he ran for his life Left the island far behind To study the heavenly might
Many lessons yet to be learned But he would return
Rise up to meet his fate To cast the druids away Sent from the God above A weapon to teach heathens pray
Many worship his name Got his portrait in frame Now listen to me, it is more than a tale
In times of rage and fury You are the pride and glory The world is mad it has gone insane When stormy night keeps roaring I hear the spirits calling We'll meet again along the way Saint Patrick's Day
Life is a clever path A riddle of Good versus Bad Friends turn to enemies This breakdown makes me so sad All these wars and we never learned Shall he return?
Guess it's built on a lie Not a heavenly sign What can I do? I just cry out your name
Many worship his name Got his portrait in frame Now listen to me, it is more than a taleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
