Young hearts
Born with grief
Shall pay

The penalty of truth
A season of
Stolen youth

Shall teach
Old hearts to break


Chorus:

It feels like

I've been here before
Here to
Where the animals

Lay down to die
So we stood alone on a distant shore
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters


Nerve and muscle,
heart and brains

Lost to Ireland,
They are lost in vain
Pause and you

can almost hear
The sounds, the echo
down through the ages

The creak of
the burial cart
Here in humiliation and sorrow

Not mixed with
indignation
One is driven to exclaim

Oh god, that bread should be so dear
And human flesh so cheap


Young hearts are born with such grief
We have paid the penalty of truth
A season of our stolen youth

Shall teach our hearts to break

Chorus:


It feels like
I've been here before

Here to
Where the animals
Lay down to die

So we stood alone on a distant shore
Our broken spirits in rags and tatters