(Dm)People of (C)plight, you have (Dm)fought for the (C)right

To (Dm)rid off your (C)country’s in(Dm)justice

In a (Gm)cold prison (C)cell you (Gm)serve out your (C)hell

Not (Gm)knowing the (C)sweet taste of (Dm)freedom.

But tomorrow will (C)come with the (F)break of the (Dm)dawn

And winter will (C)change into (Dm)spring

(Dm)Then we can (C)look for the (F)new brighter (Dm)things

When our hopes and our (C)dreams will come (Dm)true.

 

T’was not long ago in our march you did show

Those old and bad ways must be changing

But you met with ill fate those people of hate

With their sticks and their stones they were raging.

But the cold winds of change will come with the morn

And the wind will change to a storm

And if the trees don’t bend in the breeze

Then they surely must bend in the storm.

 

Word for a word and sword for a sword

Is the cruel way that life has been showing

In a city of hate it is never too late

To see friendship and love start to growing.

But the damage is done to Irelands sons

And the flower won’t grow on a stone

And blossoms won’t grow on the streets of our land

To the right seeds of love they are sown

 

Children of fear the time it is near

That our land had a change of good fortune

For the struggle and fight has gone through the night

And has been there for many ??? the long year

It is not for the want or the courage you’ve shown

And our ship is not lost to the seas

And to the world let our struggles be known

Till our prisoners of hate are set free.