Karaoké Ireland Garth Brooks

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 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

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 and I can hear him calling me

These men are yours now for the leading

Show them to their destiny

And as I looked up all around me

I see the ragged, tired and torn

I tell them to make ready 'cos 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

And there are no words to be spoken

Just a look to say goodbye

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

Yes I am home Ireland

We were forty against hundreds