For those who are in love
Here's a song that's warm and tender
For those who are oppressed
a song you can protest
So liberate your minds
And give your soul expression
Open up your hearts
And I'll sing for you this song
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine
It was back in ancient times,
The bard would tell his stories
Of the heroes, of the villain,
and c***ftains in the glen.
Through Elizabethan time
And Cromwellian war and fury
Put our pipers to the sword,
Killed our harpers and our bards.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of open joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine.
Ireland, land of song,
Your music lives forever
In its valleys, in its mountains,
In its hills and in its glens.
Our music did survive
Through famine and oppression.
To the generations gone,
I'll sing for you this song.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine.
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walkin,
In shallow waters.
Hand in hand with,
my little daughters
With the churcbell ringin'
And the children singin'
This land was made for you and me
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
I climbed the mountain,
Saw the crystal fountain.
And I heard a great roar,
From the rocky sea shore.
Her eyes were gleamin'
She cried "Oh daddy"
This land was made for you and me
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
I walked her home by
The old church steeple.
Proud of my country,
Proud of my people.
For the men who cried there,
And the men who died there singin'
This land was made for you and me.
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
Here's a song that's warm and tender
For those who are oppressed
a song you can protest
So liberate your minds
And give your soul expression
Open up your hearts
And I'll sing for you this song
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine
It was back in ancient times,
The bard would tell his stories
Of the heroes, of the villain,
and c***ftains in the glen.
Through Elizabethan time
And Cromwellian war and fury
Put our pipers to the sword,
Killed our harpers and our bards.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of open joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine.
Ireland, land of song,
Your music lives forever
In its valleys, in its mountains,
In its hills and in its glens.
Our music did survive
Through famine and oppression.
To the generations gone,
I'll sing for you this song.
Let the people sing their stories and their songs
And the music of their native land
Their lullabies and battlecries and songs of hope and joy
So join us hand in hand
All across this ancient land
Throughout the test of time
It was music that kept their spirits free
Those songs of yours and of mine.
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
As I went walkin,
In shallow waters.
Hand in hand with,
my little daughters
With the churcbell ringin'
And the children singin'
This land was made for you and me
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
I climbed the mountain,
Saw the crystal fountain.
And I heard a great roar,
From the rocky sea shore.
Her eyes were gleamin'
She cried "Oh daddy"
This land was made for you and me
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.
I walked her home by
The old church steeple.
Proud of my country,
Proud of my people.
For the men who cried there,
And the men who died there singin'
This land was made for you and me.
This Land is your land
This land is my land
From the northern highlands
To the western islands
From the hills of Kerry
To the streets of Free Derry
This land was made for you and me.