Song Of The Celts lyrics and chords
A Traditional song. Recorded by The Wolfe Tones.
There's[Am] a blossom that blows that scoffs at the snows And it[G] faces root fast the rage of the blast It[Am] sweetens the sod no slave ever trod Since the mountains[C] upreared their[G] alters to[Am] God [Chorus] The flower of the free the heather , the heather The Britons the Scots the Irish together The Manx and the Welsh and Cornish forever Six nations are we all Celtic and free Our blossom is red as the life's blood we shed For liberty's cause against alian laws With Lochiel and O'Neill and Llewellyn drew steel For Alba's and Eirn's and Cambria's weal Let the Saxon and Dane bear the rule o're the plain On the hem of God's robe is our scepter and globe For the Lord of all light revealed in the height For heaven and earth rose up in the sight. Back to The Wolfe Tones Songs |
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