Songtext of The sleeping tiger



A sleeping tiger wakes, an ancient echo is heard,

From the voice of creation, old as the Father's first words.

A thousand years or more, of war, struggle and strife,

The destiny of a nation, finally coming to life.

Sing me an Irish song, proud and strong,

Raise my spirit and show me where I belong,

Though I'm far away.

Just look how far we've come, with our true colours unfurled,

Warriors, poets and dreamers, the envy of all the world.

(Chorus repeat)