Giant
Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road
Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal
There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or
The giant will rise with the moon
'Twas the same ancient fever in the Isles of the Blest
That our fathers brought with them when they went West
It's the blood of the Druids that never will rest
The giant will rise with the moon
So crash the glass down! Move with the tide
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside
Crash the glass down! Fingal will rise
With the moon
In inclement weather the people are fey
Three thousand year stories as the night slips away
Remembering Fingal feels not far away
The giant will rise with the moon
The wind's in the north, there be new moon tonight
And we have no circle to dance in its sight
Light a torch, bring the bottle and build the fire bright
The giant will rise with the moon
So crash the glass down! Move with the tide
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside
Crash the glass down! Fingal will rise
With the moon
Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road
Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal
There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or
The giant will rise with the moon
Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal
There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or
The giant will rise with the moon
'Twas the same ancient fever in the Isles of the Blest
That our fathers brought with them when they went West
It's the blood of the Druids that never will rest
The giant will rise with the moon
So crash the glass down! Move with the tide
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside
Crash the glass down! Fingal will rise
With the moon
In inclement weather the people are fey
Three thousand year stories as the night slips away
Remembering Fingal feels not far away
The giant will rise with the moon
The wind's in the north, there be new moon tonight
And we have no circle to dance in its sight
Light a torch, bring the bottle and build the fire bright
The giant will rise with the moon
So crash the glass down! Move with the tide
Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside
Crash the glass down! Fingal will rise
With the moon
Cold wind on the harbour and rain on the road
Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal
There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or
The giant will rise with the moon
Credits
Writer(s): Stan Rogers
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