[Verse]
In a dimly lit room by a smouldering fire,
Sat an old man so lonely, so sad and so tired,
Once he struggled for freedom, now he struggles to live,
With his few small possessions and his past to relive.

[Chorus]
There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone,
A dusty old picture, pride of his home,
With a harp and a shamrock and these words underneath:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.'.

[Verse]
So, his thoughts wander back to the days of his prime,
And it seems that there's nothing goes faster than time,
To his comrades of old, he remembers the day,
When he marched behind Pearse and the bold IRA.

[Chorus]
There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone,
A dusty old picture, pride of his home,
With a harp and a shamrock and these words underneath:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.'.

[Verse]
So, it's to Easter week and his thoughts they turn back,
To the leaders of men who no courage did lack,
Ah, but he is just left with his memories of old,
For his name and his story will never be told.

[Chorus]
There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone,
A dusty old picture, pride of his home,
With a harp and a shamrock and these words underneath:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.'.

[Verse]
So, he gazed at that picture and he gave a sad smile,
For each wrinkle and line tells a struggle with crime,
And he gazed once again and his eyes filled with tears,
For the man in that picture was his friend Pádraig Pearse.

[Chorus]
There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone,
A dusty old picture, pride of his home,
With a harp and a shamrock and these words underneath:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.'.

[Chorus]
There's a faded old picture on the wall all alone,
A dusty old picture, pride of his home,
With a harp and a shamrock and these words underneath:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.'.