A Thousand Years
As I look out across the sea,
I stand proud but am I free?
A thousand years have come and gone,
I have won, I will go on.
Stand firm against the storm,
I cannot see it but it will come.
And with the ghosts of a million Gaels,
I will rise up, I will prevail.
You can starve my children,
You can kill my fighting man,
Take away my right to freedom,
And when my back is turned you kill again.
You can burn my houses,
Take away all that I have known.
But the seeds are sown.
When the Dane invaded,
The held the Gael with a strangle-hold.
Until Boru joined to clans,
He won the war, re-claimed my lands.
My green fields have been stained red,
From the blood of the Irish dead,
But with this fire that burns inside,
I will always rebel, I will survive.
You can starve my children,
You can kill my fighting man,
Take away my right to freedom,
And when my back is turned you kill again.
You can burn my houses,
Take away all that I have known,
But the seeds are sown.
I stand proud but am I free?
A thousand years have come and gone,
I have won, I will go on.
Stand firm against the storm,
I cannot see it but it will come.
And with the ghosts of a million Gaels,
I will rise up, I will prevail.
You can starve my children,
You can kill my fighting man,
Take away my right to freedom,
And when my back is turned you kill again.
You can burn my houses,
Take away all that I have known.
But the seeds are sown.
When the Dane invaded,
The held the Gael with a strangle-hold.
Until Boru joined to clans,
He won the war, re-claimed my lands.
My green fields have been stained red,
From the blood of the Irish dead,
But with this fire that burns inside,
I will always rebel, I will survive.
You can starve my children,
You can kill my fighting man,
Take away my right to freedom,
And when my back is turned you kill again.
You can burn my houses,
Take away all that I have known,
But the seeds are sown.