My Son

Come out with me tomorrow And do the things we said we'd do Let me make my words have a little truth Empty promises I said I'd keep And days of waiting past Let me show you my little son The world I think is mad There's reasons I didn't take you When I set off from home How could I bring a sons corpse back filled with broken bones War it is a scary thing and my son I pray for you I hope that in your life time, about war you have no clue Fire blood and violence And natives always die But by my own sons graveside I said I'd never lie And that's the reason my young boy why you stayed at home As your pappy and the other men stood next to old Wolfe Tone. ONE THOUSAND YEARS OF FIGHTING And still there will come more This Ireland we all fight for better be worth the war I've seen families torn apart And old women cry All in the name of freedom And a clear silent night.