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Date Posted: 10:23:16 06/07/01 Thu
Author: anonymous
Author Host/IP: 204.227.16.86
Subject: Ireland

They say Mother Earth is green
With each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evenings
For to open twilight's 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 40 against hundreds
In someone else's bloody war
We know not why we're fighting
Nor what we're dying for
They will starve us in the morning,
When the sunlight turns the sky,
Death is waiting for it's 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 lays 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,
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 darkened fields
We can hear their horses breathing,
As in silence we draw near.
And there are no words to be spoken,
Just a look to say 'goodbye,'
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!
I'm coming home, Ireland!


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