Hearth - Saor

Breathes there the man, with soul so dead

Who never to himself hath said

This is my own, my native land!

Whos heart hath ne’er within him burn’d

As home his footsteps he hath turn’d

From wandering on a foreign strand!

I’ve wandered through the ancient glens

Where the air is filled with sorrow

And climbed to the highest of peaks

Walked amongst the haunted ruins of my nation

There’s nowhere I’d rather be

This is my home

My heart

My soul

My hearth