On the Wind

It was a Tuesday, at the depot I saw the soldiers stationed at the door And I said, under my breath No more I’m not a rebel, or a fighter Just an Irishman who loves his native land So it’s time, dearest Cathy To make my stand You know I love you, darling Catherine And I swear someday I’ll be back home again But in the morning, I’ll be leaving On the wind Yeah in the morning, I'll be leaving on the wind On the wind Is it money, or is it power What drives men to hate their fellow man? What did we Irish, ever do To England? So it’s with sorrow, but with honor That I go to fight for the hallowed Green I can’t tell you, when next I’ll be seen You know I love you, darling Catherine And I swear someday I’ll be back home again But in the morning, I’ll be leaving On the wind Yeah in the morning, I'll be leaving on the wind On the wind By tomorrow, I’ll be gone, girl I can’t say when I’ll next be in your arms Nothing, but a rifle To keep me warm But this evening, no more tears, girl Let’s spend the time remembering what has been Not goodbye, but until we Meet again You know I love you, darling Catherine And I swear someday I’ll be back home again But in the morning, I’ll be leaving On the wind Yeah in the morning, I'll be leaving on the wind On the wind On the wind