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