Went to see a legend just the other night,
At the Yankee Stadium, underneath the lights,
I heard a man speaking, after years and years in jail,
His name it was Mandela and he came to tell a tale.

Well the crowd they cheered him loudly, ah, but then the silence fell,
As he spoke about the hard years in a South African cell,
Although he was free, his heart was feeling with the pain,
For his country and his people were still apart of that shame.

He said that he hoped that he would join them, oh, and walk down freedom's path,
And these roads would be the hardest, but they would be the last,
And to join our hands together so we might be as one,
And to bring ourselves to the cause so this war it could be won.

I went to bed that evening, went to sleep and I had a dream,
I was standing in the pouring rain, in an Irish field of green,
And all around the headstones where the martyrs of the past,
Well I stood there in silence, and they spoke to me at last.

"Kevin Barry is my name, I was tortured in the cell,
They wanted the names of my comrades, but this I did not tell",
"And I am Roger Casement, I was hung in London Town,
For bringing German rifles to that lonely Banna Strand."

"James Connolly is my name, the working people are my life,
When they shot me down in Kilmainham Jail with strife",
"And I am Pádraig Pearse, I was shot down by the foe,
I read the proclamation from the steps of the GPO."

Now the last voice that I heard he says, "My name is Bobby Sands,
And it's good to hear Mandela's words ringing through the land,
I want to hear them in Belfast, up in Derry and Tyrone,
Oh, maybe then those English soldiers will know it's time to go home."

Well I woke up in the morning, I remember them all,
And who would believe that they'd knocked down the Berlin Wall?
And now said Mandela, "Oh, could this really be?
Oh, maybe now we would see Ireland reunited and free."
"Yes maybe now we would see Ireland reunited and free.".