[Verse]
In a dimly lit room by the 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, the pride of his home,
With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.'

[Verse]
Then his thoughts wander back to the days of his pride,
Now it seems now 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, the pride of his home,
With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.'

[Verse]
Now it's to Easter week and his thoughts wander back,
For these leaders of men sure no courage did lack,
But now he's just left with his memories of old,
For his name nor his story will never be told.

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

[Verse]
Then he gazed at that picture and he gave a sad smile,
For each wrinkle and line told a struggle of time,
Then 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, the pride of his home,
With a harp and a shamrock, with these words underneath:
'Ireland unfree shall never be at peace.'.