The Hurlers

Sunday morning In the summertime Over worship We hurlers climb Over mountains Valleys deep Bells were ringing Round our feet Come, take this morning Cried the priest For all good hurlers Are the devil's feast He will curse you Where you stand Mark his circle Upon our land Oh hurler boys Come on make your choice He said oh, you hurler boys Come on make your choice Where you stand Where you stand Bold, brave and strong We ran the day 'Til thunder rolled in With silver rain Through our fingers Down our backs The curse was rising We were trapped Oh hurler boys Come on make your choice He said oh, you hurler boys Come on make your choice Where you stand Where you stand Tall, straight and stubborn We faced the sky That lightning pierced us Our voices cried out Bodies silver Our hearts of stone We make no shadows We stand alone Oh hurler boys Come on make your choice He said oh, you hurler boys Come on make your choice He said oh, you hurler boys Come on make your choice He said oh, you hurler boys Come on make your choice Where you stand (you hurler boys) Where you stand (you hurler boys) Where you stand (you hurler boys) Where you stand (you hurler boys) Where you stand Where you stand