Children of Fear - The Wolfe Tones

People of plight

You have fought for the right

To rid all your country’s injustice

In a cold prison cell

You serve out your hell

Not knowing the sweet taste of freedom

But tomorrow will come

With a break of a dawn

And winter will change into spring

Then we can look for the new brighter things

But our hopes and our dreams will come true

'Twas not long ago

In a 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'

Or the wind will change to a storm

And if the trees

Don’t bend in the breeze

Then they surely must bend in a storm

Word for 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 a-growing

But the damage is done

To Ireland’s sons

A flower won’t grow on a stone

And blossoms won’t grow

On the streets of our land

'Til the right seeds of love

They are sowed

Children of fear

The time it is near

That our land had a change of good fortune

For the struggle and fight

Has gone to the night

And has been there for many a long year

It is nourished with thoughts

Of the courage you’ve shown

And our ship is not lost to the sea

And to the world

Let our struggles be known

'Til our prisoners of hate

Are set free