God’s Own Country

[MARY]
Where I live is God's own country
Though it's dirtier and poorer than he planned
Broken windows, broken lives
Jobless husbands, weeping wives

It may not look like God's own country
But God is love, and I know he loves this land
Though it's ragged and it's worn
It's the place where I was born

The beauty lies within in God's own country
It sleeps beneath the soil and 'neath the sand

It's our fathers and mothers
Our heroes and martyrs
For God's in the people
And people are the land

Each new generation
Will rebuild the nation
That's how it's been
Since our history began

[PROTESTANT GIRL]
In the darkness of the night
I hear it singing
The whispering of the wind and rain, it's song

[BOTH]
A sublime eternal tune
To the rhythms of the moon

These ancient chords were formed in the beginning
And they sing to me, "My country, right or wrong"
These are the songs we always sang
No one knows when they began

[MARY]
This fair land is God's own country
And it's Catholic and Republican and free

[PROTESTANT GIRL]
It's a Protestant land made by God's perfect hand
And a Protestant country it will always be

[BOTH]
For Ireland is mine
And is so for all time
From the Atlantic Ocean
Unto the Irish Sea

Where I live is God's own country
I was born here, and this land belongs to me
It's in our blood and in our bones
It's the place that we call home

The beauty lies within in God's own country
It sleeps beneath the soil and 'neath the sand

It's our mother and fathers
Our heroes and martyrs
For God's in the people
And people are the land

Each new generation
Will rebuild the nation
That's how it's been
Since our history began

Where I live is God's own country
Though it's dirtier and poorer than he planned
Though it's ragged and it's worn
It's the place where I was born