Our main God

There will come back the leprechauns,

the fairies rings, the Morrigan,

beyond the hills, under the clouds,

when rain is back and dew is pure,

we will recover the freedom’s pace,

without the death’s machines of fear.

Our god is green and made of land;

I’ve seen its face in every man,

in every woman, in every child,

in every song, in every smile.

Above the homeland of my soul,

we’ll worship life deeply again,

and we’ll proclaim that every person

is our main God and our main chant.