Bobby Sands - Claymore

[Verse]
On a grave in Belfast,
Shone a ray of gold lights,
A voice spoke from the deep earth,
And echoed in the nights,
I'm far from captivity,
That cell which confined me,
Neither pain or torture,
Are the powers that consigns me.

[Chorus]
My name is Bobby Sands,
I fought and died for dear land,
With Joe and Francis at my side,
My comrades on hunger strike we died.

[Verse]
From this dark grave now I can see,
My country yet is still unfree,
Through the bitter years of great despair,
Many broken hearts now have yearned,
Deprived of freedom men like me,
Are in prisons with no dignity.

[Chorus]
My name is Bobby Sands,
I fought and died for dear land,
With Joe and Francis at my side,
My comrades on hunger strike we died.

[Verse]
England with your wasted breath,
My land you levelled and lust to death,
Like the rivers than flow through my land,
The blood runs red upon your hands,
And reflecting in the cloudless sky,
Will be the freedom light for those who died,

[Chorus]
My name is Bobby Sands,
I fought and died for dear land,
With Joe and Francis at my side,
My comrades on hunger strike we died.

[Verse]
The light it shines upon our deaths,
For Ireland your blood is shed,
Flowers wither upon my grave,
And through the years I'll know the cave,
We're a land, a nation, proud and free,
Those flowers will bloom free one year.

[Chorus]
My name is Bobby Sands,
I fought and died for dear land,
With Joe and Francis at my side,
My comrades on hunger strike we died.

[Chorus]
Yes, my name is Bobby Sands,
I fought and died for dear land,
With Joe and Francis at my side,
My comrades on hunger strike we died.