(Let the People Sing)
[Verse]
For those who are in love here's a song that's warm and tender,
For those who are oppressed in song we will protest,
So liberate your mind and give your soul expression,
Oh, well open up your heart, I'll sing for you this song.

[Chorus]
Let the people sing their stories and their songs,
And music of their native land,
Lullabies and battle cries, 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 sprit free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.

[Verse]
Back in ancient times, the bard would tell his story,
Of heroes and of villain, of chieftains in the glen,
Through Elizabethan time, Cromwellian war 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 music of their native land,
Lullabies and battle cries, 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 sprit free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.

[Chorus]
Oh, let the people sing their stories and their songs,
And the music of their native land,
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 sprit free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.

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

[Chorus]
Oh, let the people sing their stories and their songs,
And the music of their native land,
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 sprit free,
Those songs of yours and of mine.

(This Land Is Your Land)
[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From the northern highlands, to the western islands,
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of Free Derry,
This land was made for you and me.

[Verse]
I went walking by the Shannon water,
Hand in hand with my little daughter,
Hear the church bells ringing, and the children singing,
This land was made for you and me.

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From the northern highlands, to the western islands,
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of Free Derry,
This land was made for you and me.

[Verse]
I climbed the mountain, by the crystal fountain,
I heard the wave roar from a rocky sea shore,
Her eyes were gleaming, she cried, "Oh, Daddy,
This land was made for you and me!"

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From the northern highlands, to the western islands,
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of Free Derry,
This land was made for you and me.

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From the northern highlands, to the western islands,
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of Free Derry,
This land was made for you and me.

[Verse]
I walked her home by the old church steeple,
Proud of my country, proud of my people,
For the men who cried there and the men who died there,
Singing, this land is made for you and me.

[Chorus]
This land is your land, this land is my land,
From the northern highlands, to the western islands,
From the hills of Kerry, to the streets of Free Derry,
This land was made for you and me,
Oh, singing, this land was made for you and me.