Texty: Gary Moore. Blood of Emeralds.

I was born up on the north side, where the Lagan River flows
When I came across the border, I was following my nose

Dublin city '69
There could have been no better place, there was no better time

Through the thunder and the rain
The deepest blood of emeralds was running through my veins

Blood of emeralds

I was down and out on skid row, but I held on to my pride
The darkest son of Ireland, he was standin' by my side

We would sail the stormy seas
Never looking back, we were afraid of what we'd see

Through the thunder and the rain
The deepest blood of emeralds was running through our veins

Some of us will win and some of us will lose, the strong will survive
Some of us will fall, some of us won't get out of here alive

Blood of emeralds
Blood of emeralds

I was angry, I was sad, just thinking about the times we had
I felt so lost and lonely too, what could I say, what could I do?

After all, the time goes by, no one knows the reasons why
You lived each day like there was no tomorrow

You spent those years living on time you borrowed
And in your eyes, all I could see was sorrow

Some of us will win, some of us will lose, the strong will survive
Some of us will fall, some of us won't get out of here alive

Blood of emeralds
Blood of emeralds

Blood of emeralds
The deepest blood of emeralds

Blood of emeralds
The deepest blood of emeralds

The deepest, deepest blood of emeralds