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Over the moor land and over the Lee Across the Atlantic Oh what do I see The high hills of Antrim, the coastline of Clare The green fields of Ireland will welcome me there. Chorus We are an island way out on the sea We are the Irish so proud and so free In soft summer breezes or wild winter wind Our heart's in the Green Fields of Ireland I stand by the harbour, what do I see? A grand ocean liner is waiting for me There's young people leaving for lands far away All they want is the right for to go or to stay I pray that the end of the troubles will come And we'll bury the hatred along with the gun And a neighbour once an enemy will call me his friend And the green fields of Ireland will unite once again |