Celtic Creed

The thistles and the shamrocks

Are blowing in the wind

We hear them whisper gently

Through the valleys and the glens

The voices of the fairies

And the ghosts of battles won

Still echo through the vale

Of Tuatha Dé Danann

The Sun it'll rise the Sun it'll rise

The Sun it'll rise in the morning

Take my hand, and hold it tight

Akin we'll make it through the night

And the Sun it'll rise in the morning

Our feet they may be weary

But our sprit's never weak

For the tales of Tír na nÓg

Help to put our minds at ease

Like wind that shakes the barley

Soldiers shiver in the cold

So we'll put our weapons down

Then we'll dance upon the road

The Sun it'll rise the Sun it'll rise

The Sun it'll rise in the morning

Take my hand, and hold it tight

Akin we'll make it through the night

And the Sun it'll rise in the morning

The night is almost over

And the army's drawing near

Our war cry it gets louder

For to cripple them with fear

No weapons do we carry

Just our voices, pipes, and drums

Yet the enemy retreats

And the battle it is won

The Sun it'll rise the Sun it'll rise

The Sun it'll rise in the morning

Take my hand, and hold it tight

Akin we'll make it through the night

And the Sun it'll rise in the morning

We are the chieftains

We are the Tír na nÓg

We are sons and daughters of

Éirinn go Brách

We are Celtic Warriors

No enemy shall we meet

May the passion in our hearts

Ever be the Celtic Creed