If there's rain in the sky,
Thunder in the clouds,
The we will take our two feet,
A run through these grounds.
If the fields are drenched,
Then let them be,
Wheat will sprout bountiful,
From the fresh water tears of the sky.
They will hear our feet pounding,
Louder than thunder,
Greater than the storm,
Tiocfaidh ár lá!
Mar 17, 2025
Mar 17, 2025 at 11:35 AM UTC
If there's rain in the sky,
Thunder in the clouds,
The we will take our two feet,
A run through these grounds.
If the fields are drenched,
Then let them be,
Wheat will sprout bountiful,
From the fresh water tears of the sky.
They will hear our feet pounding,
Louder than thunder,
Greater than the storm,
Tiocfaidh ár lá!
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