The Harvest

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 all are dead and gone And our voices proudly echo in the glen

Chorus

We will return our flame will burn again The earth will heal and torn fields will mend Reborn the land, we’ll never stand alone The guiding stars will 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 ground, where the bonds of kin are found And the passions for our homeland brightly burn We are but ghosts in time between the moving realm And to break the spell we all must hold the helm For our course on compass-rose is bearing now for rocky shore But our faith and raw belief will overwhelm From the faintness of the fading lunar bow From ashes now the Gael again will grow On the cycle of the sun our day again will come And our shackles melt away like fallen snow The power of our dream again will glow Of the promised land of plenty where we go We’ll hear the calling tune sound below the harvest moon And resurrection of a people we will know