We were the world’s first colonyWe yet may be its lastFive hundred years ruled by another landThe violence, the crueltyThe stealing of our pastWho dared to hope that peace might be at hand?
Five centuries have hardened usTo struggle and resist‘Til neighbors seem like enemies, not friendsUntil one day we find withinThe courage to desistFrom violence that grows and never ends
If those who prayed for violenceAnd shed their children’s bloodCan work for peace that lasts beyond all timeThen enemies in other landsMay some day staunch the floodOf war that breaks all hearts, both yours and mine
The Irish sea that sheltered usAnd sometimes kept us safeStill breaks its heart upon the English shore
But when the storm is overAnd the sea lies ...