Through the streets of time-worn stone
Legends whisper, winds have blown
Echoes of battles fought and won
In the twilight of the ages, we are one
An ancient spirit in a modern place
To Ireland's shores, our hearts embrace
In the shadow of Babylon
Where ancient tales, they carry on
I dream of emerald fields so far away
Ireland calls through mist and rain
With songs of freedom, joy, and pain
A rebel heart beats loud in the wild display
In Babylon's dark cold shadowed years
The whispers flew of distant tears
From Erin's holy emerald shore
We sang of pain and sorrow, and then of lore
The struggle deep within our veins
Rebellion's fire in our refrains
Through the lands where druids sing
An Irish soul, unbound, longing to be free
Through the lands where druids sing
An Irish soul unbound, longing to be free
An Irish soul unbound, longing to be free
unbound
longing to be free
At last
we all will be free
