What makes me walk through Ireland's shrinesnAnd Ireland's holy shoresnTo see a country crucifiednYour beauty crowned in thornsnnAnd as I watch that wonderous crossnThat's been hewn down and severed in twonThere's something herenThat draws me nearnnTo wear the green for younTo see you there blood brother GaelnThe face, the tongue my ownnMany places in my own countrynnCould not make me feel more at homenLaughter and music through the nightnYour freedom in the darknTonight I swear I'd gladly wearnnThe green next to ma heartnFrom the long and rolling Antrim hillsnThrough the wilds of DonegalnThe songs of history are sungnnEvery stone on every wallnBut here in our land how can we standnAnd wash our hands of shamenWhen the sins of generations fallnnAcross the green like rainnHere one world window opens widenAnd demons they show facenSome of your men have taken seeds of truthnnAnd planted fields of hatenThis way has never won a warnAnd I fear that when the harvest comesnYou'll see your freedom fall on stoney groundnAnd the green overgrown