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...