Irish Songbook Blog

[a] We got torn from our roots
And [C] without a choice we’re [e] here
We’re the [a] lucky country,
No [C] fighting no war and no [e] fear
And we’re [C] reminded of how we [G] brutally stole this [e] land
But there’s [C] no one to blame
Cause [a] everyone’s the same in this [e] town

Sister would you take a bullet for me?
And brother would you risk your life for family?

And we try to have culture
To teach our children
But we forget what to say
So we talk mundane
And we walk the same in this land

There’s a message in this
Of how we exist
Empty, lost and cold
And we hear our hearts
And feel our souls
But every time we’re near
We get sucked to the ground
By the lifeless sounds
In this land

So what have we learnt
With our heritage burnt
And our memory slowly fades
Tears burning our eyes
As we hear the lies
From the cradle to the grave

And does it feel like death
When you know you’re mislead
And your children are lead astray
So if we don’t start now
Then they’ll never know how
And we’ll fade away

From this land

Son wipe the tears from your sisters eyes
Bes strong my son wipe the tears
From your sisters eye…