Testo The Yearning Remains / Candlewalk

It’s far away were I was born A land of green, of grass and corn The towns so old, the people poor Afraid of what would come, Afraid of what would come The hunger spread `though corn was there They shipped it out and did not care We had no rights we could claim Despair was everywhere, Despair everywhere A land of hope so far away We dreamt of freedom, better days The morning came when we did leave And left behind our families, And left behind our families The new world gave us jobs and food But could not change our dismal mood We missed our people, Ireland’s green The river and the valleys, The river and the valleys One day my people will be free No poverty, no need to flee I’m longing for this day to come Surviving is the game, Surviivng is the game It’s far away were I was born A land of green, of grass and corn The towns so old, the people free The flame is still burning, The flame is still burning