Dean Saor an Spiorad

Day by day the haze of city lingers,
Burning these hills of stolen liberty,
O tir, tir mo rùn,
O tir, tir mo chridhe,
Maybe one day we'll find a young pretender,
Kindle the fire of Gaeldoni's legacy,
O tir, tir mo rùn,
O tir, tir mo chridhe,
Turning a blind eye to the values of home,
Running the fast lane to belong,
Maybe we'll see light when the jewels,
Of the crown, they are gone,
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad,
Is seinn d'orain beo,
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad,
Is seinn d'orain beo,
The Cuiaba to Nova Scotia Indians,
Carving their dream of pride and dignity,
O tir, tir nan òir,
O tir, tir na'dhaoine,
Turning a blind eye to the values of home,
Running the fast lane to belong,
Maybe we'll see light when the jewels,
Of the crown, they are gone,
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad,
Is seinn d'orain beo,
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad,
Is seinn d'orain beo,
Tog do shuil dh'an iarmailt,
Machair dubh nan stoir,
Faigh reull do'shliagha,
Lean i gu dan,
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad,
Is seinn d'orain beo,
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad,
Is seinn d'orain beo.
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad,
Is seinn d'orain beo,
Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad,
Is seinn d'orain beo.