Saoirs Eireann Beloved landYour hills so greenSurrounded by blue waters The language of your childrenVoice of druidsFrom a time long beyondPoetry with every word There where foreigner become friendsOn the turffiresSinging old lyrics - telling old tales Your enemy was destinyYou won the fightShips arrived to take your childrenInto a far away landThe foreign man could not break your your pride But why are your storytellers silent Listen harps and fiddles playingFrom coast to coast you can hear themThrough the foggy dewMarching with the death Beloved landYour hills so redFrom your own bloodSurrounded by sadness and tears The language of your childrenVoice of violenceMade by bombs and rifflesHatred with every words There where brothers and sisters become enemiesOn the streetsOld churches burning - homes are ruins Your new enemy your sons and daughtersYou lost the fightNo ships save your childrenDestroyed by your own - your pride Will there ever be a tale Listen uilleann pipes and bodhrans playingFrom glen to glen you can hear themThrough the morning lightMarching with a new generation Beloved land They will burn the turffiresThere where the corn of freedom risesSinging old lyrics - narrate a new tale For you - My Ireland
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