Hello. Here's a song I thought up as a film tribute to the Irish people. It evokes life, with its harshness and its joys. Don't miss the Jig at 2'40 ! ----- Hardships. Drenced Street The shadows of the past compete Me and her. Whispers Young years are heartbreakers Fields of light around Are swept away By a windy day The shield of time erase the wounds But my friend, the toil will never end Ancestors. The great lores Of the endless wars In Ireland, the ghosts claim The last dance that remains Fields of light around Are swept away By a windy day The shield of time erase the wounds But my friend, the toil will never end I reach the pub And taste the bub And head for dancing When the fiddles call, the bodhráns start to pound, Around the hearth our spirits bound Feet are tapping and our hearts are leaping, In the trance we start to sing The jig is our solace, our troubles find their peace The harder we dance, the harder we breathe In every step we take, an ancient spell, In every tune, a glory tale Through laughter and through the tears Our spirits here will never fail, will never fear May the music carry us on a gentle breeze In rhythm and joy our souls find ease The music is over Wake up, stand up It's time to go homemore

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