I know what you’re thinking. What in the hell is Derek thinking putting a Garth Brooks song for Metal Tuesday? Well, because this is the St. Patrick’s Day edition, and this song fucking rocks. 

I’m putting up two versions. The first is Garth’s version. The second is more traditional by a man named Brian Sheehan. You can choose which you like the best. 

Lyrics:

They say mother earth is breathing

With each wave that finds the shore

Her soul rises in the evening

For to open twilights door

Her eyes are the stars in heaven

Watching o’er us all the while

And her heart it is in Ireland

Deep within the Emerald Isle
We are forty against hundreds

In someone else’s bloody war

We know not why were fighting

Or what we’re dying for

They will storm us in the morning

When the sunlight turns to sky

Death is waiting for its dance now

Fate has sentenced us to die
Ireland I am coming home

I can see your rolling fields of green

And fences made of stone

I am reaching out won’t you take my hand

I’m coming home Ireland
Oh the captain he lay bleeding

I can hear him calling me

These men are yours now for the leading

Show them to their destiny

As I look up all around me

I see the ragged tired and torn

I tell them to make ready

‘Cause we’re not waiting for the morn
Ireland I am coming home

I can see your rolling fields of green

And fences made of stone

I am reaching out won’t you take my hand

I’m coming home Ireland
Now the fog is deep and heavy

As we forge the dark and fear

We can hear their horses breathing

As in silence we draw near

There are no words to be spoken

Just a look to say good-bye I draw a breath and night is broken

As I scream our battle cry
Ireland I am coming home

I can see your rolling fields of green

And fences made of stone

I am reaching out won’t you take my hand

I’m coming home Ireland

Yes I am home Ireland
We were forty against hundreds