In my dreams I know that I can fly
But like the small birds and the free birds
I can fly just like the birds on high
To the freedom of the sky
I can soar across the heavens
How easy now it seems
Like the birds I will have
No cares or sorrows
I the shadow, the shadows of my dreams

Ireland my Ireland
It seems to me that all the leaves
Are sighing in the breeze
Ireland I cry for my lan ah
And it seems to me that
All the leaves are gone

As I wonder through my lonely land
My heart is full of pain
For our people have no freedom
Their imporvirished and enchained
I see them fight and struggle
Against the stormy hearts of men
A language struggle with the people
And by hunger all are slane
Ireland my Ireland
Banashed to a land beyond the sea

I see a rich a rich and fertile land
I feel the spirit of a nation
A maiden weeps she weeps upon the harp
I see tumbling towns and towers
I a land of beauty and of splendour
From the mountains to the seas
But the wild flowers drown in sorrow
In this valley, this valley filled with tears

Ireland my Ireland
It seems to me that all the leaves
Are sighing in the breeze
Ireland I cry for my lan ah
And it seems to me that
All the leaves are gone

So I fly across this lonely land
I see golden fields of corn
I see a land thats filled with plenty
Yet the people starve and die
Young Ireland now is silienced
And are banashed far away
The lion preys upon the people
And devoures them night and day

Copyright: BARDIS MUSIC, USA ATTN: PETER BARDON
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