Testo Es Wird Frühling!

Oh father why are you so sad on this bright Easter mornWhen Irish men are proud and glad of the land where they were bornOh son I see in memory to a far of distant daywhen being just a lad like you I joined the IRA.(chorus)Where are the lads who stood with me when history was madeOh gra mo croidhe, I long to see the boys of the old brigade.From hills and farms the call to arms was heard by one and allAnd from the glen came brave young men to answer Ireland's call?Twas long ago we faced the foe the old brigade and meAnd by my side they fought and died that Ireland mightb e free.(chorus)And now my boy I've told you why on Easter morn I sighFor I recall my comrades all of dark old days has gone byI think of men who fought in glen with rifle and grenadeMay heaven keep the men who sleep from the ranks of the old brigade.(chorus)