In Éireann'S Arms

Beneath the hills where shadows lie
I hear the wind, a mother's cry
Her voice like mist through stone and rain
Calling her children home again

Oh Éireann, my soul, my pain
Your rivers remember each whispered name
Through famine, exile, loss, and flame
Still your spirit burns the same

The heather sways, the graves are near
The songs of old I still can hear
A thousand tears, a thousand years
Yet hope still rises through the fears

Oh Éireann, my soul, my pain
Your rivers remember each whispered name
Through famine, exile, loss, and flame
Still your spirit burns the same

And when I go where shadows bend
I'll walk your fields, my journey's end
In Éireann's arms, I'll find my rest
Her spirit cradled in my chest