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

[Chorus]
Let the people sing their stories and their songs,
Music of their native lands,
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]
It was back in ancient time, when the bard would tell his stories,
Of the heroes, of the villain, of the chieftains in the glen,
Through Elizabethan time and Cromwell 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,
Music of their native lands,
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.

[Chorus]
And let the people sing their stories and their songs,
Music of their native lands,
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]
Oh Ireland, land of song, your music lives forever,
In its valleys, in its mountains, in its hills and in its glen,
Our music did survive, through famine and oppression,
To the generations gone, I'll sing for you this song.

[Chorus]
Let the people sing their stories and their songs,
Music of their native lands,
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.