| Walking out on a stormy day
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| The cold wind the fine sea spray
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| Looking out over Galway bay
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| The troubled sky all dark and grey
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| Far from these shores there stands liberty
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| So let it be
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| But every while I would remember
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| The day we drank moonshine in the rain
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| And raised our glasses to the wind
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| The day that we dreamed we could be free
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| Riding the wings of liberty
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| So here’s one more for our friends
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| And here’s one for our children
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| Feeling the cold rain on our fingertips
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| And moonshine on our lips
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| So we paid our dues and we packed our bags
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| Made it thought Ellis Island’s ranks
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| Across the waves to America
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| Hearts and souls to the streets and starts
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| Far from our shores we found liberty
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| So let it be
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| But every while I would remember
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| The day we drank moonshine in the rain
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| And raised our glasses to the wind
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| The day that we dreamed we could be free
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| Riding the wings of liberty
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| So here’s one more for our friends
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| And here’s one for our children
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| Feeling the cold rain on our fingertips
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| And moonshine on our lips
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| So we made our way
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| Through the Cumberland gap
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| Appalachia never looking back
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| Through the wind and rain
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| But nothing evermore would feel the same
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| All of this life we strive to be free
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| So let it be
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| But every while I would remember
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| The day we drank moonshine in the rain
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| And raised our glasses to the wind
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| The day that we dreamed we could be free
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| Riding the wings of liberty
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| So here’s one more for our friends
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| And here’s one for our children
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| Feeling the cold rain on our fingertips
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| And moonshine on our lips
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| Moonshine in the rain
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| And raised our glasses to the wind
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| The day that we dreamed we could be free
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| Riding the wings of liberty
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| So here’s one for our friends
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| And here’s one our children
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| Feeling the cold rain on your fingertips
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| And moonshine on our lips |