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 o'er us all the while
  And her heart it is in Ireland
  Deep within the Emerald Isle
    We are forty against hundreds
  In someone else's bloody war
  We know not why were fighting
  Or what we're dying for
  They will storm us in the morning
  When the sunlight turns to 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 captain 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 deep and heavy
  As we forge the dark and 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 good-bye I draw a breath and night 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 were forty against hundreds