The 3 celts

From green hills I came to sing

By the sea and stone and rain

Son of my father and your old lane

We carry home inside our name

Fields are small, but hearts run deep

Old roads keep what time can't keep

When the wind cuts through the trees

We still stand on borrowed knees

Raise it high, let it ring

Three proud lands in one small song

Say it clear, don't let it fade

We belong where we came from

Land of my fathers

Ireland, hold me close

Flowers of Scotland

Bloom in the cold

Land of my fathers

Ireland, hold me close

Flowers of Scotland

We sing what we know

On the island, in the glen

Every name comes back again

From the pub and chapel door

To the rain that knows the shore

Lá na gaoithe, we still talk

Through the town and up the dock

And when the bagpipes start to cry

Even hard men lift their eyes

Raise it high, let it ring

Three proud lands in one small song

Say it clear, don't let it fade

We belong where we came from

Land of my fathers

Ireland, hold me close

Flowers of Scotland

Bloom in the cold

Land of my fathers

Ireland, hold me close

Flowers of Scotland

We sing what we know

No border can break

What the heart keeps true

One road, three fires

And the sky still blue

From valley to island

From moor to coast

The names we were given

We carry most

Land of my fathers

Ireland, hold me close

Flowers of Scotland

Bloom in the cold

Land of my fathers

Ireland, hold me close

Flowers of Scotland

We sing what we know

Land of my fathers

Ireland, hold me close

Flowers of Scotland

We sing what we know