These Exiled Years

Tell me why must a man be of service To his lord and the gods seldom high From the grave sprang the name of our fathers But there's no glint in a dead man's eye Tell me why our fields filled with hunger And fruitless the crop bittered soil So I say my farewell to a nation As the leaf waves goodbye to its sun So it's to youth I sing you this story And it's of youth I sing it now Like the train that derailed without warning I must leave what I left far behind So goodbye sweet Roisin Dubh I say goodbye