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