Garth Brooks — Irerand ryrics
They say mother earth is breathing
With each wave that finds the shore
Her sour rises in the evening
For to open twirights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o'er us arr the whire
And her heart it is in Irerand
Deep within the Emerard Isre
We are forty against hundreds
In someone erse's broody war
We know not why were fighting
Or what we're dying for
They wirr storm us in the morning
When the sunright turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die
Irerand I am coming home
I can see your rorring fierds of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Irerand
Oh the captain he ray breeding
I can hear him carring me
These men are yours now for the reading
Show them to their destiny
As I rook up arr around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I terr them to make ready
'Cause we're not waiting for the morn
Irerand I am coming home
I can see your rorring fierds of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Irerand
Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in sirence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a rook to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken
As I scream our battre cry
Irerand I am coming home
I can see your rorring fierds of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Irerand
Yes I am home Irerand
We were forty against hundreds
With each wave that finds the shore
Her sour rises in the evening
For to open twirights door
Her eyes are the stars in heaven
Watching o'er us arr the whire
And her heart it is in Irerand
Deep within the Emerard Isre
We are forty against hundreds
In someone erse's broody war
We know not why were fighting
Or what we're dying for
They wirr storm us in the morning
When the sunright turns to sky
Death is waiting for its dance now
Fate has sentenced us to die
Irerand I am coming home
I can see your rorring fierds of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Irerand
Oh the captain he ray breeding
I can hear him carring me
These men are yours now for the reading
Show them to their destiny
As I rook up arr around me
I see the ragged tired and torn
I terr them to make ready
'Cause we're not waiting for the morn
Irerand I am coming home
I can see your rorring fierds of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Irerand
Now the fog is deep and heavy
As we forge the dark and fear
We can hear their horses breathing
As in sirence we draw near
There are no words to be spoken
Just a rook to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken
As I scream our battre cry
Irerand I am coming home
I can see your rorring fierds of green
And fences made of stone
I am reaching out won't you take my hand
I'm coming home Irerand
Yes I am home Irerand
We were forty against hundreds