They say mother earth is breathing With each wave that finds the shore Her soul rises in the evening For to open twilight's door Her eyes are the stars in heaven Watching o'er us all the while And her heart it is in Ireland Deep within the Emerald Isle
We are forty against hundreds In someone else's bloody war We know not why were fighting Or what we're dying for They will storm us in the morning When the sunlight turns the sky Death is waiting for its dance now Fate has sentenced us to die
Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out - won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland
Oh the captian he lay bleeding And I can hear him calling me These men are yours now for the leading Show them to their destiny And as I look up all around me I see the ragged tired and torn I tell them to make ready 'Cause we're not waiting for the morn'
Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out - won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland
Now the fog is deep and heavy As we forge the dark and fear We can hear their horses breathing As in silence we draw near And there are no words to be spoken Just a look to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken As I scream our battle cry
Ireland I am coming home I can see your rolling fields of green And fences made of stone I am reaching out - won't you take my hand I'm coming home Ireland
Yes, I am home Ireland
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