Song from the Pain

[Intro: acoustic guitar strumming, with bagpipes over it] [Verse 1] Heavens let go on the old glen road Cart wheels cut through the black wet stone A cold word nailed to a broken door Said this place was ours no more Children quiet, the fire burned low Peat smoke clung where we had to go One last look at the hill behind Then down to the shore in a bitter line [Pre-Chorus] Dùthchas in the torn ground Still we carry what it sowed [Chorus: Gang chanting together] We are the crofters Hard ground, hard rain Bread from the hunger Song from the pain Break every roof beam Drive us to shore We rise with the weather And sing all the more [Verse 2] Salt wind bit where the soil ran thin Hard bread, cold beds, and winter skin Nets to mend when the light was gone Still we rose when the dark held on Cups hit wood and the room grew loud Pipes cried low through the rain-soaked crowd Not much left, but enough to pour And voices rose from the tavern floor [Pre-Chorus] Dùthchas in the torn ground Still we carry what it sowed [Chorus: Gang chanting together] We are the crofters Hard ground, hard rain Bread from the hunger Song from the pain Break every roof beam Drive us to shore We rise with the weather And sing all the more [Bridge] If the roof is gone, we’ll gather under sky If the road runs cold, we’ll keep walking side by side Pour what is left, let the old pipes cry They drove us to the edge But the shore gave us song [Final Chorus: Gang chanting together, powerful] We are the crofters Hard ground, hard rain Bread from the hunger Song from the pain Break every roof beam Drive us to shore We rise with the weather And sing all the more [Outro] We rise with the weather And sing all the more