The Jig Lyrics

Hardships. Drenced Street

The shadows of the past compete

Me and her. Whispers

Young years are heartbreakers

Fields of light around

Are swept away

By a windy day

The shield of time erase the wounds

But my friend

The toil will never end

Ancestors. The great lores

Of the endless wars

In Ireland, the ghosts claim

The last dance that remains

Fields of light around

Are swept away

By a windy day

The shield of time erase the wounds

But my friend

The toil will never end

I reach the pub

And taste the bub

And head for dancing

When the fiddles call, the bodhráns start to pound

Around the hearth our spirits bound

Feet are tapping and our hearts are leaping

In the trance we start to sing

The jig is our solace, our troubles find their peace

The harder we dance, the harder we breathe

In every step we take, an ancient spell

In every tune, a glory tale

Through laughter and through the tears

Our spirits here will never fail, will never fear

May the music carry us on a gentle breeze

In rhythm and joy our souls find ease

The music is over

Wake up, stand up

It's time to go home