Lyrics:
fields in dust as deep as snow
And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
They'll never take our native soil
But
empty fields in dust as deep as snow
And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
They'll never take our native soil
our hallowed ground
Awakened by the sound
Warriors won't back down
The end is near the time to act is now
Native soil
Lust for oil
Corrupt decree
Land
to Ballina my native soil
Before the night is over we'll knock back loads of porter
And we'll surely drown the shamrock by the Moy
In New York in London in
empty fields in dust as deep as snow
And all this trouble in our fields
If this rain can fall, these wounds can heal
They'll never take our native soil
native soil
And if we sell that new John Deere then we'll work these crops with sweat and tears
You'll be the mule, I'll be the plow
Come harvest
from our native soil
To chase a wish and hunt the Fish
And on the rocks to toil
We were far from the shores of England
Should we find Fortune's
When first I did appear upon this native soil
All up and down this country at labor I did toil
I slumbered in the moonlight and I rose with the sun
and desecration of native soil
No regard for human rights
To the evil go the spoils
And my my my
Lord I don't know your plan
And I'm trying to understand but
My my
to the oilfields and rodeos
To find a better way
They leave their native soil
But I can hear a different song
The drum within my heart is beating strong
I want
money in the building
Make it rain, ho
Every time I come around then I make her rain dance
Chock tall, native soil really does this
Rain dance for me,
money in the building
Make it rain, ho
Every time I come around then I make her rain dance
Chock tall, native soil really does this
Rain dance for me,
and rodeos
To find a better way
They leave their native soil
But I can hear a different song
The drum within my heart is beatin' strong
I want to follow it
Me child of the peninsular womb
Were started to breath my dreams
Where I forget my inner self
Native soil
Cyclic desire
But I don’t know
But I don’t
can get there too
There's warmth in this shotgun house where less is more
That green and yellow house near the shore
Our native soil since we were
outnumbered two to one
Send them more soldiers and more guns
The land they work with sweat and toil
They must defend their native soil
Fight for the underdogs
was hypnotized
Flying high you're barely trying
Oh hypnotized
Ministers of aimless toil
Building broken hearts
Digging deep in native soil
Down where
of a room
You contemplate the nature of the season's winding loom
Trees stand firm in native soil roots clinging to the ground
Windblown wands of woven wood,
Rise, Lord Impaler
From your native soil
And all of the world
Will forever be in turmoil
Hell shall reign upon
This pathetic fucking place
Bring
ship is full of oil
Our flying jib will head for home
Towards our native soil
And when that we have landed boys
Where the rum is very cheap
We'll drink
mortal coil
Bury me in the highlands to become one with my native soil
To sleep forever 'neath those cypress boughs
Where the four winds call my name
With
Would you like to sing, in a foreign car, songs by one dimensional stars on a highway of hypocrisy paved right Through the native soil?
You could
presidents, shaking hands, cut the map
If one criminal easy enter high club
Long flight, Mother-Earth, good will, native soil
Men sell out souls. Bloody money,
dressed for war
Immortal they say we will be
We march through the fields of our native soil
By heart we know that it’s real
You told me to run, never look
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