Spirit of the Irish
Are they trying to break the spirit of the Irish?
There is nothing new about that
Are we on some list of undesirables?
Are ancient peoples such a threat?
They're Flooding the airways, call us nuisance
It's incessant, it's relentless, its' soft kill
Like The Ash the Oak and the Hazel
We will rise again
A kiss came in from the wilderness
A wise old kiss from our past
A kiss for the road ahead of us
To remind us what we have
Oh baby we were here before
We watched as the great waves crashed upon our shores
At the battle of white strand heard the banshees roar
The staff of the Dagda beats on granite floors
Are they trying to break the spirit of the Irish?
Insert your sovereign nation here
Are we on some list of undesirables?
Is ancient wisdom such a threat?
We have knowledge we have tonics we have reason
We have songs, stories, there's light ahead
We have language tribes we have heroes
And we will wake our dead
So greet all change with suspicion
Especially - if it's driven from the top
Accept that you are bound for greatness
And greatness will fill your cup
Oh baby we were here before
We watched as the great waves crashed upon our shores
At the battle of white strand heard the banshees roar
The staff of the Dagda beats on granite floors
There is nothing new about that
Are we on some list of undesirables?
Are ancient peoples such a threat?
They're Flooding the airways, call us nuisance
It's incessant, it's relentless, its' soft kill
Like The Ash the Oak and the Hazel
We will rise again
A kiss came in from the wilderness
A wise old kiss from our past
A kiss for the road ahead of us
To remind us what we have
Oh baby we were here before
We watched as the great waves crashed upon our shores
At the battle of white strand heard the banshees roar
The staff of the Dagda beats on granite floors
Are they trying to break the spirit of the Irish?
Insert your sovereign nation here
Are we on some list of undesirables?
Is ancient wisdom such a threat?
We have knowledge we have tonics we have reason
We have songs, stories, there's light ahead
We have language tribes we have heroes
And we will wake our dead
So greet all change with suspicion
Especially - if it's driven from the top
Accept that you are bound for greatness
And greatness will fill your cup
Oh baby we were here before
We watched as the great waves crashed upon our shores
At the battle of white strand heard the banshees roar
The staff of the Dagda beats on granite floors
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Writer(s): Karl Mooney
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