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Artists :: B :: Garth Brooks :: Fresh Horses :: Ireland

This is the profile page for the song titled "Ireland," from the album Fresh Horses. Here you can find lyrics for the song, taken directly from included lyrics sheets or typed up quickly by listening to the song repeatedly (but mostly the former). If there are special circumstances relating to this song that you should know about, we'll list those too.

Ireland

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 forty against hundreds In someone else's bloody war We known not why we're fighting Or what we're dying for They will storm us in the morning When the sunlight turns the sky Death is waiting for its 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 lay bleeding I can hear him calling me These men are yours now for the leading Show them to their destiny And as I look up 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 and fear We can hear their horses breathing As in silence we draw near There are no words to be spoken Just a look to say good-bye 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 am home Ireland


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