[Em] Once [D] upon a [Em] time there [Bm] was
[Em] Irish [Bm] ways and [Em] Irish [D] laws,
[Em] Villa[D]ges
of [Em] Irish [Bm] blood
[Em] Waking [D] to the [Em] morning,
[Em] Waking [D] to the [Em] morning.
Once upon a time there was
Irish ways and Irish laws,
Villages of Irish blood
Waking to the morning,
Waking
to the morning.
Then the Vikings came around,
Turned us up and turned us down,
Started building boats and towns,
And tried to
change our living,
They tried to change our living.
Cromwell and his soldiers came,
Started centuries of shame,
But they could not make us turn,
We are a river
flowing,
We are a river flowing.
Again, again the soldiers came,
Burnt our houses, stole our grain.
Shot the farmers in the fields
Working for
a living,
Working for a living.
800 years we have been down,
The secret of the water sound
Has kept the spirit of a man
Above the pain descending,
Above
the pain descending.
Today the struggle carries on,
I wonder will I live so long
To see the gates been opened up
To people and their
freedom,
To people and their freedom.
