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Ireland
   ------Dar Williams

When the morning mist is rising
And the Hudson nearly blue
Where the branches all blowing
And the sun comes sifting through
I stare with homesick wonder
For my thoughts all turn to you
And my memory fills with deeper greens and blues

And Ireland is always in the news
I called your struggle useless
And my home a battlefield
And I cursed the hope of moving
The stone that would not yield
I left it all behind me
Crying that your fate was sealed
But the anger, not the love here I did lose

And Ireland is always in the news
But now I'm having nightmares
For the picture will not fade
Of one hundred black umbrellas
Shining in the great parade
But I guess I had it coming
It's a cold hard price I paid
For yes I did choose

To find my brother's funeral in the news
So don't you get your hopes up
But I think I'm coming home
For maybe there'll be freedom
With one more shoulder to that stone
I may end up a martyr
But I will not end alone
For you are a family that I can't refuse
Oh, Ireland, you're dying in the news