They say mother earth is breathing  With each wave that finds the shore  Her soul rises in the evening  For to open twilights door  Her eyes are the stars in heaven  Watching o'er us all the while  And her heart it is in Ireland  Deep within the Emerald Isle    We are forty against hundreds  In someone else's bloody war  We know not why were fighting  Or what we're dying for  They will storm us in the morning  When the sunlight turns to sky  Death is waiting for its dance now  Fate has sentenced us to die    Ireland I am coming home  I can see your rolling fields of green  And fences made of stone  I am reaching out won't you take my hand  I'm coming home Ireland    Oh the captain he lay bleeding  I can hear him calling me  These men are yours now for the leading  Show them to their destiny  As I look up all around me  I see the ragged tired and torn  I tell them to make ready  'Cause we're not waiting for the morn    Ireland I am coming home  I can see your rolling fields of green  And fences made of stone  I am reaching out won't you take my hand  I'm coming home Ireland    Now the fog is deep and heavy  As we forge the dark and fear  We can hear their horses breathing  As in silence we draw near  There are no words to be spoken  Just a look to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken  As I scream our battle cry    Ireland I am coming home  I can see your rolling fields of green  And fences made of stone  I am reaching out won't you take my hand  I'm coming home Ireland  Yes I am home Ireland    We were forty against hundreds