The glen

Verse 1

By the shadowed spine of the old Sliabh stone

Where the hawthorn bends in prayer

We buried our blades and we bowed our heads

Swore the fire still lived in there

The drums went quiet, the green flag torn

Boots on the road marched through

But the hills remember every name

The soil knows what to do

Chorus

Oh rise, rise from the heather and rain

From cairn and cloud and scar

The mountain kept our rebel dead

Now it sends them back to war

Verse 2

Mothers sang low to the cradle-dark

Of men who never came

Fathers spoke soft of pikes and oaths

And curses on the name

They said the fight was buried deep

With bones and broken steel

But you can’t kill what the hills still feed

Or break what kneels to kneel

Chorus

Oh rise, rise from the heather and rain

From glen where the wild geese turn

The mountain kept our rebel dead

Now the old drums burn

Bridge

Hear the wind call roll and file

Hear boots on ancient ground

Not ghosts, not dreams, but living men

With the mountain at their backs now

Final Chorus

Rise, rise — let the valleys know

The silence was a lie

The warriors walk the high ridge paths

And the green will never die

Outro

At dawn the hills stood breathing hard

As steel met morning light

Ireland woke beneath the peaks

And remembered how to fight