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Ireland Lyrics Artist(Band):Garth Brooks
With each wave that finds the shore Her soul rises in the evening For to open twilight's 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 we're 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. (chorus) 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 " And 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..... If you find some error in Ireland Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to bsbfan4alex for submitting the lyrics. Review about Ireland Someone else's war? cont. | Reviewer: Kacey | 10/2/2008 I may very well be wrong... but I remember talking in my history class about how when some Irish immigrants came to the US right around the time of our Civil War I believe that they were recruited right off the boats to fight... which would be someone else's war where they dont know what they're even fighting and dying for... could this even be a possibility of what he's talking about in the song... bc I've always wondered too... and it seems like if they were fighting in Ireland against the British they would know know what they were fighitng for and why To Chris, your review... | Reviewer: Jim Wright | 7/5/2008 Chris....your opinion on the "walls of stone" is incorrect. They are not 'old ditches across ireland'...but rather property lines which are used all over Ireland. It was common throughout Irish history, and continues as tradition today not only in Ireland...but throughout the world. Some predominantly Irish towns in America, like Keansburg, NJ...have many property lines with small stone fences displaying the irish tradition. Great song | Reviewer: Cory | 1/1/2008 i have been a pretty big fan of garth brooks pretty much all my life and this is one of my favorite songs he has ever sung. i also have an irish background so this song has a lot of meaning to me. o yea brian you r completly retarted for the exact same reason chris stated. i admit im not big on history but damn pick up a book once in awhile and maybe next time you won't sound so stupid. Intense | Reviewer: Katie Devlin | 12/22/2007 I have been a soldier for 31 years and am soon retiring. I have just recently heard Garth Brooks singing "Ireland" and find it a timeless statement on the heroic actions and emotions of soldiers in war. Such clarity of voice ... and so haunting a sound. And so intense! I will be sharing it with many friends this Christmas. Thank you for such a wonderful tribute to all soldiers who have fought for causes in support of their country. Also ... I am stationed at FT Detrick, MD. If you are planning to share your gifts in concert and tour in this area, please let me know and I will surely purchase front row seats!! Wild Geese | Reviewer: Alan | 10/17/2007 In answer to some of the questios above, when England took over Ireland, many of the young men fled to other lands rather than submit to British rule; These boys came to be known as 'wild geese', and since they came from Ireland, known for its fighing men, they had no trouble finding employment as mercenaries in armies around the world. Many battles were won all over the globe by Irish Brigades. This is what the song is about. Someone else's war? | Reviewer: Stephanie | 10/8/2007 Can someone please explain what the war or conflict is that is referred to in the second stanza? I love this song but am not really familiar with the history behind and would like to know more. Sorry Brian!!! | Reviewer: Chris | 9/21/2007 Why do you think song is about the PRESENT.........its about the past when Ireland was, like everybody at the time, not as advanced as we all are now! Fences of Stone is the description of the old 'ditches' all across Ireland, stone as in big heavier rocks not hand made cement blocks that make the wall you go on about in your comment! Ireland's History is a long and proud one and this song is about that...........so please dont make fun of it through your own stupidity and lack of reading between the lines! Incredible | Reviewer: Tristan | 5/18/2007 As a history junkie and a music lover, I thought this song was incredible. I have a celtic background myself and songs like this make me proud of my heritage. I love songs like this that tell stories and inspire people, and the traditional style with all the benefits of modern day twists make this a truly incredible song to me. Fences made of stone | Reviewer: Brian | 3/4/2007 they're called walls jes irelands as advanced as most countries y make it sound like they're still getten around on horseback lol nice tune tho all the same Fantastic | Reviewer: Linda | 12/1/2006 I just love this song....sends shivers up my spine every time I listen to it...even when on repeat! Review the song Ireland The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Garth Brooks" Music | |
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