Cya

Ireland

Cya


They say mother earth is breathing 
With each wave that finds the shore 
Her soul rises in the evening 
For to open twilights 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 to 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 captain he lay bleeding 
I can hear him calling me 
These men are yours now for the leading 
Show them to their destiny 
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 
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 

We were forty against hundreds