They say mother earth is breathing
 With each wave that finds the shore
 Her soul rises in the evening
 For to open twilights 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 elses bloody war
 We know not why were fighting
 Or what we're dying for
 They will storm us in the morning
 When the sunlight turns to 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 captian 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
 AsI 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