Ireland

They say Mother Earth is breathing,with each wave that finds the shore. Her soul rises in the evening for to open twilights door. Her eyes are the stars in heaven,watching over us the while,and her heart is  in Ireland deep within the Emerald Isle. We are forty agents hundreds,in someone else's bloody war! We know not why we are fighting or what we're dieing for. They will storm us in the morning when the sunlight turns the sky. Death is waiting for its dance now,fate has sentenced us to die. Ireland I am coming home! I can see your rolling fields of green and fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand. I'm coming home Ireland. Oh the captan he lay bleeding I can hear him calling me! "These men are yours now for the leading show them to their destiny". As I look up all around me I see the ragged,tired,and torn I tell them to make ready cause we're not waiting for the morn. Ireland I am coming home! I can see your rolling fields of green and fences made of stone I am reaching out won't you take my hand. I'm coming home Ireland! Now the fog is thick and heavy as we pierce the darken fear! We can hear their horses breathing as in silence we draw near. There are no words to be spoken, just a look to say "goodbye",I take a breath and silence is broken as I scream our battle cry! Ireland I am coming home! I can see your rolling fields of green and fences made of stone. I am reaching out won't you take my hand. I'm coming home Ireland, yes I am home Ireland. We are forty agents hundreds.