Chris De Burgh. Oh My Brave Hearts. Zeneszám

Oh, my brave hearts, we must leave this land tomorrow
We can't live here anymore
And in the quiet hours, we talk before the dawn

And the old hearts, they are calling from the shadows
Telling us we must not go, oh, but we cannot fight
The power of the gun, to take away our land
They take it from our sons, swear it on my hands

We will return to run here like the wolf
And see the hunter's moon and watch our river flow
It's not gone forever

Oh, my bold hearts, we will go down to the city
We will live by city light but in the darkest hour
We'll keep this fire alive

We will grow strong, we will bring our wealth together
Never showing what we have
And when the time has come, we'll reach out for the gun
Taking back our land, take it for our sons, swear it on my hands

We will return to run here like the wolf
And see the hunter's moon and watch our river flow
We will return to touch the open sky
And see the eagle fly and feel the morning rain

It's not gone forever
We're gonna come back
We will return