| There’ll be times in my day
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| When I think of the past
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| How we tend to survive all that comes
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| How the maker repeats
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| With the sun of each morn
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| 'n the moon 'n the stars at night
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| Take a meadow of green
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| 'n the gold of the corn
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| As the flowers decorate by each wall
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| And the birds sing away as tho'
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| Nothing will change
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| Now that Eireland is Eireland once more
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| I have travelled so far
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| To the ends of the world
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| I have yet to feel all I can feel
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| Yet the maker redeems
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| A whole country each morn
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| Bringing light to the hearts of the dawn
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| Shall we sing to the grandmothers
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| Fathers long gone
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| Spread the wings of the
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| Angels of faith
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| There’s a time to be born
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| 'n to be born again
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| Now that Eireland is Eireland once more
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| Make the most of each hour
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| Make the most of each day
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| We are blessed to begin a new time
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| Make our forefathers glad
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| All was not so in vain
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| So replenish the land that was given
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| To your friends both be kind
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| Yes be gentle as lambs
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| And as clear as the stars, be as one
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| So may all of your dreams
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| Come to live in your heart
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| And be seen as a sign of the times
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| So be true hands of fate
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| Let the children be free
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| Let the spirit of goodness prevail
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| We shall rise to the change
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| As we rise up every day
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| And survive all that comes our way |