[Verse]
For those who are in love there's a song that's warm and tender,
Those who are oppressed in song you can protest,
So liberate your minds and give your soul expression,
Open up your hearts, I'll sing for you this song.

[Chorus]
And let the people sing their stories and their songs,
Music of their native land,
Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy,
Join us hand in hand.

All across this ancient land,
Throughout the test of time,
It was music that kept our spirits free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.

[Verse]
Well it was back in ancient times, the bard would tell his stories,
The heroes, of the villain, of the chieftains in the glens,
Through Elizabethan times and Cromwellian war and fury,
Put the pipers to the sword, killed our harpers and our bards.

[Chorus]
Well let the people sing their stories and their songs,
Music of their native land,
Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy,
Join us hand in hand.

All across this ancient land,
Throughout the test of time,
It was music that kept our spirits free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.

[Verse]
Well Ireland, land of song, your music lives forever,
In its mountains, in its valleys, its hills and in its glens,
Your music could survive through the Famine and oppression,
To the generations gone, I'll sing for you this song.

[Chorus]
And let the people sing their stories and their songs,
Music of their native land,
Their lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and joy,
Join us hand in hand.

All across this ancient land,
Throughout the test of time,
It was music that kept our spirits free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.

[Outro]
Yes it was music that kept our spirits free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.