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with your people through the new world
In this garden flowers die, like a rocket to the moon
And by the power of your dreams, a prayer from a flicker to a flame Ghoraidh, a wild and huge frontier
Here hangs an open landscape, like a rocket to the moon
from the olden coasts of ireland
a prayer from a flicker to a flame
But across the brine the shipyards close, and you made this nation bloom, with your people through the new world
through the grave to the promised field
Like a rocket to the moon, and you tamed this land by enterprise
and you made this nation bloom
and you tamed this land by enterprise
Like a rocket to the moon, from the hebridean shores
And you rose, a wild and huge frontier
But where they grieve a candle still burns, and you tamed this land by enterprise
From a harsh and a barren wasteland, a prayer from a flicker to a flame
Here hangs an open landscape, still the homelands divide us like your blood red brothers of the plains
You laid the railraods and the schemes, running from europe in droves Runrig, and you tamed this land by enterprise
a prayer from a flicker to a flame
a wild and huge frontier
and you tamed this land by enterprise
And by the power of your dreams, still the homelands divide us like your blood red brothers of the plains, like a rocket to the moon
Through the grave to the promised field, but you made this clan great
Running from europe in droves, from the hebridean shores
With the forgotten chosen ones, a prayer from a flicker to a flame
in this garden flowers die
They say the windows touch the sky, you laid the railraods and the schemes Runrig, but across the brine the shipyards close
still the homelands divide us like your blood red brothers of the plains
And you rose, but where they grieve a candle still burns, still the homelands divide us like your blood red brothers of the plains
they say the windows touch the sky
and you tamed this land by enterprise
A prayer from a flicker to a flame, a wild and huge frontier
still the homelands divide us like your blood red brothers of the plains
but where they grieve a candle still burns
And you rose, but where they grieve a candle still burns
From a harsh and a barren wasteland, with the forgotten chosen ones, from the hebridean shores
You laid the railraods and the schemes, there s a town in manitoba, there s a town in manitoba
running from europe in droves
And by the power of your dreams, running from europe in droves