Ireland
Nathan Carter Lyrics

They say mother earth is breathing
It is believed that nature is alive, and it is experiencing life like the rest of the living things.

With each wave that finds the shore
The waves that break on the beach are like the breaths taken by the living mother nature.

Her soul rises in the evening
At sunset, the spirit of nature awakens, and it seems like it rises from the ground.

For to open twilights door
Mother nature reveals itself completely during twilight.

Her eyes are the stars in heaven
The stars in the sky are like the eyes of nature, continually looking at everything and everyone.

Watching o'er us all the while
The eyes of nature are continually looking out for everything and everyone.

And her heart it is in Ireland
The core of nature is located in Ireland, and it considers the country as its own.

Deep within the Emerald Isle
The heart of mother nature is situated in the Emerald Isle, a metaphor for the stunning beauty of Ireland.

We are forty against hundreds
They face opposition in the form of enemy combatants, with 40 men opposing 100 others.

In someone else's bloody war
The battle they are fighting does not concern their nation or their people.

We know not why were fighting
They lack information about the objective, purpose, and rationale behind the war.

Or what we're dying for
They are unaware of what they may supposedly fight to achieve, and their causes of death might be insignificant.

They will storm us in the morning
The enemy intends to attack in the morning.

When the sunlight turns to sky
The attack is planned when dawn is breaking.

Death is waiting for its dance now
Death is poised to claim many lives presently.

Fate has sentenced us to die
Their destiny is to die while battling.

Ireland I am coming home
The singer has decided to go back to Ireland.

I can see your rolling fields of green
He has such clear memories of his homeland's emerald-colored grasslands.

And fences made of stone
He is familiar with the stone-fenced borders of his homeland.

I am reaching out would you take my hand
He is requesting a warm reception upon his arrival in Ireland.

I'm coming home Ireland
He is returning to his hometown and country.

Oh the captain he lay bleeding
The captain is severely wounded.

I can hear him calling me
The wounded captain is calling out for help.

These men are yours now for the leading
The captain has handed over his troops' command to the singer.

Show them to their destiny
The singer must lead them to their fates, which involve dying.

As I look up all around me
The singer looks around, surveying the environment.

I see the ragged tired and torn
He notices his companions' despairing appearance, and they seem fatigued and distressed.

I tell them to make ready
He tells them to prepare themselves for battle.

'Cause we're not waiting for the morn
They decide to initiate the attack and not wait for enemy's dawn strike.

Now the fog is deep and heavy
The fog has become denser and more severe.

As we forge the dark and fear
Despite the fear and darkness surrounding them, they bravely move forward.

We can hear their horses breathing
By the sounds of the horses, they can tell that the enemy is near.

As in silence we draw near
Quietly, they approach the enemy.

There are no words to be spoken
No words or declarations are necessary; the situation is clear.

Just a look to say good-bye
Before departing, they look at each other out of respect and give a farewell look.

I draw a breath and night is broken
The artist takes a deep breath and prepares himself for the battle.

As I scream our battle cry
With a battle cry roaring from inside, he leads his team into the conflict.