Letras
On the streets of Dublin,where our children used to play
Where the Pillars were blown down,and young Helga sailed her way
On a Sunday morning,on a rainy summers day
At the gates of the Garden Of Remembrance,as the tricolors lead the way
Tell me what's the purpose,tell me what's the goal
Have the men all lost their vision,while the state corrupts their soul
Tell me what's the purpose,if we can't see the truth
As people form in circles,the divide bleeds on our youth
On the streets of limerick,where the elder people pray
For a time gone without fear,where a treaty was etched in grey
On a Monday morning,another seeded day in May
Blue vest of the S.n.D!,speak on how the profiteers shall pay
Tell me what's the purpose,tell me what's the goal
Have the men all lost their vision,while the state corrupts their soul
Tell me what's the purpose,if we can't see the truth
As people form in circles,the divide bleeds on our youth
On the streets of Cork,where the rebels claim their stay
On the grounds of the grand parade,where young Collins had his say
The Irish fill the bread line,while the state creates the way
And our children are sleeping homeless,while sky seems oh so grey
Tell me what's the purpose,tell me what's the goal
Have the men all lost their vision,while the state corrupts their soul
Tell me what's the purpose,if we can't see the truth
As people form in circles,the divide bleeds on our youth