(Dm)People of (C)plight, you have (Dm)fought for the (C)right
To (Dm)rid off your (C)country’s in(Dm)justice
In a (Gm)cold prison (C)cell you (Gm)serve out your (C)hell
Not (Gm)knowing the (C)sweet taste of (Dm)freedom.
But tomorrow will (C)come with the (F)break of the (Dm)dawn
And winter will (C)change into (Dm)spring
(Dm)Then we can (C)look for the (F)new brighter (Dm)things
When our hopes and our (C)dreams will come (Dm)true.
T’was not long ago in our march you did show
Those old and bad ways must be changing
But you met with ill fate those people of hate
With their sticks and their stones they were raging.
But the cold winds of change will come with the morn
And the wind will change to a storm
And if the trees don’t bend in the breeze
Then they surely must bend in the storm.
Word for a word and sword for a sword
Is the cruel way that life has been showing
In a city of hate it is never too late
To see friendship and love start to growing.
But the damage is done to Irelands sons
And the flower won’t grow on a stone
And blossoms won’t grow on the streets of our land
To the right seeds of love they are sown
Children of fear the time it is near
That our land had a change of good fortune
For the struggle and fight has gone through the night
And has been there for many ??? the long year
It is not for the want or the courage you’ve shown
And our ship is not lost to the seas
And to the world let our struggles be known
Till our prisoners of hate are set free.