There is a land that I can go to
When I have time to rest.
All the people I love are there
And those who love me best.
Then I heard the wind
Calling from over the sea
Saying, ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
Ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
This land I go to when I'm tired
And need to see and walk in green.
The people who can laugh and drink
And see things others have not seen.
Then I heard the wind
Calling from over the sea,
Saying, ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
Ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
There is another side to this pure land,
A side of blood and guilt and pain
A side of enemy and friend
And sorrow at the hearth side stain.
Then I heard the wind
Crying from over the sea,
Saying, ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
Ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
There is a land that I can go to
When I have time to rest.
All the people I love are there
And those who love me best.
Then I heard the wind
Calling from over the sea,
Saying, ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
Ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
Ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
Ireland, ireland,
When will you be free ?
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