Ireland - Garth Brooks

They say Mother Earth is breathing with each wave that finds the shore
Her soul rises in the evening 
For to open twilight's 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 40 against 100's
In someone elses bloody war
We know not why we're fighting
Or what we're dying for
They will storm us in the morning
When the sunlight turns the sky
That this waiting for its dance now
They have 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 out 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 in fear
We can hear their voices breathing
As in silence we draw near
And there are no words to be spoken
Just a look to say goodbye
I draw a breath, the 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 40 against 100's...