A storm gathers near, regardless of place,
A tempest is toss’d in each brothers face,
The birth of a land is the birth of the storm,
The weather is cold and the war is too warm.
Derry Down Down
Hey Derry Down
The front marches forth in both weather and war,
Each battle is fought, though there isn’t a score,
But more than their lives are lost in the fight,
For after the war, they must battle the blight
Derry Down Down
Hey Derry Down
The skells overtake each village they cross
All shells of themselves, their souls are now lost,
They spread ‘cross the land like the armies up North,
Devouring hope as the their blight goeth forth.
Derry Down Down
Hey Derry Down
But other things spread, through the body and mind
Diseases and Greed will both vanquish in kind,
A fight for the wealthy is fought by the poor,
And no soul is healthy when saddled with war.
Derry Down Down
Hey Derry Down
Home is the reason all battles are fought,
The horrors they wrought are not soon forgot,
But a home built on bondage will never stand tall,
And a land lost to Blight is certain to fall.
Derry Down Down
Hey Derry Down
Original Musical Arrangements by Jackie Presti with Lyrics by Ryan Knowles.
