Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro] [Claps and stomps building Voices murmuring] They took our sleep They took our names They marked our doors Like we were shame [Verse 1] Black coats at the gate before the dawn Touch one child And you’ve touched us all We watched them drag our futures down the hall Prayed and wept Stayed small Stayed small [Chorus] But we rise We rise We rise (hey!) Bare hands Hard eyes No more cries You will not take the children home We draw the line in flesh and bone We rise We rise We rise Hear the claps Hear the boots outside You will not drag them out alone We stand as one We’re bringing them home [Verse 2] You filed your threats in tidy little rows Spoke in rules But every mother knows Every paper cuts a deeper wound Every siren steals another tune [Chorus] So we rise We rise We rise (oh!) Bare hands Hard eyes No more lies You will not take the children home We draw the line in flesh and bone We rise We rise We rise Hear the claps Hear the roar outside You will not drag them out alone We stand as one We’re bringing them home [Bridge] Name by name We call them back Little shoes along the track Every crib an empty throne Every tear A sharpened stone Swear it now In smoke and rain Never feed that beast again (hey!) [Chorus] ’Cause we rise We rise We rise Bare hands Hard eyes Steel in our cries You will not take the children home We draw the line in flesh and bone We rise We rise We rise From the schoolyard to the countryside You will not drag them out alone We stand as one— We’re bringing them home (bringing them home)
Tags
folk, Fierce Irish folk-punk energy led by female vocals; raw foot-stomp and handclap groove, bodhrán and low drum hits driving a fast 6/8. Fiddle and tin whistle dart between vocal lines, guitars hit sharp accents. Verses stay tight and percussive; chorus explodes with gang-chant backing and crowd claps, bridge drops to near a cappella before a final, defiant surge., female vocals
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
1/23/2026