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 else's 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 captain 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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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 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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Yes I am home Ireland
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We were forty against hundreds
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Ireland
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Garth Brooks |