They looked out from the Fortress on the hill There came a single warrior Returning from the kill The spoils of war hung From his horses mane The bloody heads of enemies That he had freshly slayed
They saw the face The eyes so sullen Could only be the Young CÇ Chullain
Thunder rising Thunder rising Thunder rising Early in the morning Cities burning The world keeps turning Thunder rising Early in the morning
The son of Lugh MacEithleen knew no fear For just one blow at any foe To tell his end was near So many tried to mock this Celtic son They taunted and they teased him till He slayed them one by one
And so they came And so they've fallen at the hands of Young C Chullain
Thunder rising Thunder rising Thunder rising Early in the morning Cities burning The world keeps turning Thunder rising Early in the morning
Long ago the legend has it How the mighty Ulster men Battled with the King Of Connacht Fighting to the bitter end No one knew what foolish reason Caused this skirmish to begin Was it treachery or treason Or just the idle threats of drunken men?
Thunder rising Thunder rising Thunder rising Early in the morning Cities burning The world keeps turning Thunder rising Early in the morning
Thunder rising Thunder rising Thunder rising Early in the morning Young men are dying The widows are crying Thunder rising Early in the morningTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
