Belfast Boy-Don Fardon

God bless the daffodils The green grass on the hills And the trees that grow all around God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep Upon the hilly ground Try not to make a sound Not a sound On this land we defended with our lives You understand There could be much pleasure So stand once again to keep her divine On this land Someday we＇ll lay down to die You understand It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing) To know that you died Inside your proud home God bless the daffodils The green grass on the hills And the trees that grow all around God bless all the sheep that graze before they sleep Upon the hilly ground Try not to make a sound Not a sound On this land we defended with our lives You understand There could be much pleasure So stand once again to keep her divine On this land Someday we＇ll lay down to die You understand It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing) To know that you died Inside your proud home On this land On this land On this land On this land we defended with our lives You understand There could be much pleasure (There could be much pleasure) So stand once again to keep her divine On this land Someday we＇ll lay down to die You understand It would be a blessing (It would be a blessing) To know that you died Inside your proud home On this land . . . [continue to fade]