Day by day the haze of city lingers

burning these hills of stolen liberty

O tir, tir mo run, O tir, tir mo chridhe



One day we'll find a young pretender

Kindle the fire of Gaeldoni's legacy

O tir, tir mo ru

, O tir, tir mo chridhe



Turning a blind eye to the values of home

running the fast lane to belong

we'll see the light when the jewels of the crown they are gone.



Dean saor, dean saor an spio/rad

Is seinn d'orain beo



The Cuiaba to Nova Scotia Indians

carving their dream of pride and dignity

O tir, tir mo ru

, O tir, tir na'dhaoine



Turning a blind eye to the values of home

running the fast lane to belong

we'll see the light when the jewels of the crown they are gone



Dean saor, dean saor an spio/rad

Is seinn d'orain beo



Tog do shuil dh'an larmailt

machair dubh nan stoir

faigh reull do'shilagha

lean i gu dan



Lift your eyes to the sky

a dark (fields of jewels)

find the star of your destiny

and dare to follow it