Green and GoldLyrics by Brent HoadWell they pass it on down the green and the gold A red headed girl with a hand to hold And if you had a son you could never grow old Well they put away their plows, they picked up their guns The O'Donnells and O'Neill's went down to Ballybun They chased 'em all the way to where the river ran dry And marked all the young with the fire in their eyes Now I know my place is where I stand In the the heart of the promised land We’ll live to tell the stories they told And pass it on down with the green and the gold It was done by the time the sun went down The boys and the men all gathered around All they had for the widows was a penny and a pound They buried the dead at the edge of town Well a hundred years pass and nothin' has changed The whisky got better but the trouble remains The lucky ones are waitin' inside of heaven's gate The rest holdin' on to the hand of fate Well a million people can't be wrong Gonna break those chains before too long And drink their fill of the stories they told And pass it on down with the green and the gold © 2002 - The Elders Close This Window |