[Verse]
For those who are in love here's a song that's warm and tender,
For those who are oppressed in song you can protest,
So liberate your mind and give your souls expression,
And open up your hearts and I'll sing for you this song.

[Chorus]
Let the people sing their stories and their songs,
And the 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 their our free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.

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

[Chorus]
Let the people sing their stories and their songs,
And the 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 your valleys, in your mountains, in your hills and in your glens,
Your music did survive through famine and oppression,
To the generations gone, we'll sing for you this song.

[Chorus]
Let the people sing their stories and their songs,
And the 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,
Yes, those songs of yours and of mine.