Will the harvest of the homeland come again
And the children of the grain return as men?
Will our chorus still be strong when we are dead and gone
And our voices proudly echo in the glen?
We will return. Our flame will burn again.
The earth will heal and torn fields will mend.
We will return. Our flame wont burn alone;
By Autumn stars we'll bring the harvest home
From the cities and the towns we will return
And from the countries where our forebears had to run.
We will gather on the ground. where the bonds of blood are found
And the leading lights of home will brightly burn.
We will return. Our flame will burn again.
The earth will heal and torn fields will mend.
We will return. Our flame wont burn alone;
By Autumn stars we'll bring the harvest home
From the faintness of the fading lunar bow,
From ashes now the Gael will grow.
We'll hear the calling tune sound below the harverst moon
And the rising of a people we will know.
We will return. Our flame will burn again.
The earth will heal and torn fields will mend.
We will return. Our flame wont burn alone;
By Autumn stars we'll bring the harvest home
We will return. Our flame will burn again.
The earth will heal and torn fields will mend.
We will return. Our flame wont burn alone;
By Autumn stars we'll bring the harvest home
By Autumn Stars we'll bring the harvest home
