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Johnny Logan Long Lie The Rivers Music: Ralf-Rene Maue Lyrics: Sean Sherrard Based on the poem "September 1913", by W.B. Yeats Long lie the rivers and green are the mountains The hopes and the dreams of a nation so small Land of the scholars, the saints and tomorrow Oh land of my father recall Was it for this that wild geese spread SongtexteThe grey wing on every tide For this that all that blood was shed For this Edward Fitzgerald died And Robert Emmet and Wolfe Tone All the delirium of the brave Romantic Ireland's dead and gone It's with O'Leary in the grave Long lie the rivers and green are the mountains The hopes and the dreams of a nation so small Land of the scholars, the saints and tomorrow Oh land of my father recall Yet should we turn the years again And call those exiles, as they were In all their loneliness and pain You'd cry, some woman's yellow hair Had maddened every mother's son They weighed so lightly what they gave But let them be, they're dead and gone They're with O'Leary in the grave Long lie the rivers and green are the mountains The hopes and the dreams of a nation so small Land of the scholars, the saints and tomorrow Oh land of my father recall Long lie the rivers and green are the mountains The hopes and the dreams of a nation so small Land of the scholars, the saints and tomorrow Oh land of my father recall Aus Songtexte Mania