They say Mother Earth is breathing with each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening
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 100's
In someone elses bloody war
We know not why we're fighting
Or what we're dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns the sky
That this waiting for its dance now
They have 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 lay bleeding
I can hear him calling me
These men are yours now for the leading
Show them to their destiny
As I look out all around me, I see the ragged, tired, and torn
I tell them to make ready, cause 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 dark in fear
We can hear their voices 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, the 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
Yes I am home Ireland
We were 40 against 100's...
