Far on the highlands, a thousand graves can tell you
How blood and sorrow can be truly value
The ghost of our proud heroes, whispers 'bout the past
It's painting the sky with the holy blood of Irish
Far on the highlands, a thousand graves can tell you
How blood and sorrow can be truly value
Wipe the tears away from your eyes 'cause my love is
Strong enough to see the God and bring the luck of Irish