Lyrics Ireland - Marianne Faithfull
There
is
a
land
that
I
can
go
to
When
I
have
time
to
rest.
All
the
people
I
love
are
there
And
those
who
love
me
best.
Then
I
heard
the
wind
Calling
from
over
the
sea
Saying,
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
This
land
I
go
to
when
I'm
tired
And
need
to
see
and
walk
in
green.
The
people
who
can
laugh
and
drink
And
see
things
others
have
not
seen.
Then
I
heard
the
wind
Calling
from
over
the
sea,
Saying,
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
There
is
another
side
to
this
pure
land,
A
side
of
blood
and
guilt
and
pain
A
side
of
enemy
and
friend
And
sorrow
at
the
hearth
side
stain.
Then
I
heard
the
wind
Crying
from
over
the
sea,
Saying,
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
There
is
a
land
that
I
can
go
to
When
I
have
time
to
rest.
All
the
people
I
love
are
there
And
those
who
love
me
best.
Then
I
heard
the
wind
Calling
from
over
the
sea,
Saying,
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
"Ireland,
Ireland,
When
will
you
be
free?"
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