Had a dream A son was born to me,
but in a far away Country .
Gotta take him home to see My Isle of green,
The place of my birth and dreams, the Boyne Valleys meandering streams
a gem of mine that lay in the east .
Son's of Eire come home,
Daughter's come home . .!
From North South East or West
no matter what way you came
Your surrounded by the beauty
of the flame
And if You listen up, up with loving Hearts, You can hear the whispers and the Angels of Slane.
Told him of all the greats how Grandaddy dug the graves
How Uncle Tommy drove the stone that made the roads
how cousin Stacey was the smile of the village
Oh How She lit up every room
The Heart and Soul of every party
Go hard She'd say or go home Go hard or go Home
From North South East or West No
matter what way you came
Your surrounded by the beauty of the flame and if you listen up
up with loving hearts You can hear the whispers and the Angels of Slane .
Oh how Your missed now
Can You hear us call out ...!
From North South East or West No matter what way You came
Your surrounded by the beauty of the flame
and if You listen up You, up with loving hearts, you can hear the whispers and The Angels of Slane.
From North South East or West No matter what way you came Your surrounded by the beauty of the flame and if you listen up You, up with loving hearts, You can hear the whispers and The Angels of Slane.

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