Women of Ireland-The Wolfe Tones

歌手 : The Wolfe Tones

专辑 : 1916 Remembered. The Easter Rising

语种 : 英语

时长 : 06:11

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TXT Women of Ireland-The Wolfe Tones 文本歌词

Women of Ireland - The Wolfe Tones

Women Women of Ireland

Your glory's in the shade

Your dreams they have gone and decayed

The deeds you have done they all went unsung

By no Bard or no one

For without you there is nothing

Except love songs in the wind

And all of your struggles and despair

And there were castles in the air

Shout it from every mountain

From every mountain on high

And the four winds will sigh

For Ireland Ireland's your glory

And your monuments built on your sorrow and pain

For if ever the seas and the oceans run dry

Tears of struggles and of joy

And all of your sadness and your pain

Would fill the oceans up again

Daughters Daughters of Erin to the Cuman na mBan

Your dream was to see Ireland free

Thru agrarian struggles were determined to win

And from there to begin

There you were dressed for rebellion

But your beauty could not hide

Your sorrow and suffering and despair

And there were castles in the air

Shout it from every mountain

From every mountain on high

And the four winds will sigh

For Ireland Ireland's your glory

And your monuments built on your sorrow and pain

For if ever the seas and the oceans run dry

Tears of struggles and of joy

And all of your sadness and your pain

Would fill the oceans up again

Women Women of courage

You suffered in your silence

You kept Ireland's spirit alive

You were imprisoned

Your people enchained

But you never gave in

In troubled days of old Ireland

You were the brave ones who fought

Through oppression and famine and despair

And there were castles in the air

Shout it from every mountain

From every mountain on high

And the four winds will sigh

For Ireland Ireland's your glory

And your monuments built on your sorrow and pain

For if ever the seas and the oceans run dry

Tears of struggles and of joy

And all of your sadness and your pain

Would fill the oceans up again