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What makes me walk through Ireland's shrines |
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And Ireland's holy shores |
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To see a country crucified |
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Your beauty crowned in thorns |
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And as I watch that wondrous cross |
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That's been hewn down and severed in two |
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There's something here |
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That draws me near |
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To wear the green for you |
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To see you there blood brother Gael |
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The face, the tongue my own |
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Many places in my own country |
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Could not make me feel more at home |
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Laughter and music through the night |
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Your freedom in the dark |
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Tonight I swear I'd gladly wear |
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The green next to my heart |
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From the long and rolling Antrim hills |
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Through the wilds of Donegal |
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The songs of history are sung |
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Every stone on every wall |
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But here in our land how can we stand |
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And wash our hands of shame |
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When the sins of generations fall |
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Across the green like rain |
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Here one world window opens wide |
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And demons they show face |
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Some of your men have taken seeds of truth |
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And planted fields of hate |
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This way has never won a war |
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And I fear that when the harvest comes |
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You'll see your freedom fall on stony ground |
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And the green overgrown |
