| Rotha an t’saoil ag csadh leo
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| Nl imeacht aidh go deo
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| Daoine corr an t’saoil ag gid leo
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| N cuma leo go fill
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| (The wheels of the world keep on turning
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| It’s inevitable
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| The corrupt people of this world keep on stealing
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| Yet
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| they don’t care)
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| White fool come a to a new land
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| There’s a dark moon on the sand
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| Then nothing was ever the same again
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| This land is in their hands
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| A thousand years of tribeland
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| Strong winds carry the pulse
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| Greed and lust it stripped the earth bare
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| When the white fool came to a new land
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| Cries of an anthem-
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| Crite
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| Of fury and unrest-
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| Tirseach
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| Fix your eyes to the sound-
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| ist leo
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| Of the horizon
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| Rotha an t’saoil ag csadh leo
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| Nl imeacht aidh go deo
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| Daoine corr an t’saoil ag gid leo
|
| N cuma leo go fill
|
| (The wheels of the world keep on turning
|
| It’s inevitable
|
| The corrupt people of this world keep on stealing
|
| Yet
|
| they don’t care)
|
| White fool come a to a new land
|
| There’s a dark moon on the sand
|
| Then nothing was ever the same again
|
| This land is in their hands
|
| A thousand years of tribeland
|
| Strong winds carry the pulse
|
| Greed and lust it stripped the earth bare
|
| When the white fool came to a new land |