Songs To Sing

Just a small selection of the songs sung by Celtic Supporters

This Land Is Your LandFor those who are in loveThere's a song that's warm and tenderFor those who are oppresseda song you can protestSo liberate your mindsAnd give your soul expressionOpen up your heartsAnd I'll sing for you this songLet the people sing their stories and their songsAnd the music of their native landTheir lullabies and battle cries and songs of hope and joySo join us hand in handAll across this ancient landThroughout the test of timeIt was music that kept their spirits freeThose songs of yours and of mineIt was back in ancient times,The bard would tell his storiesOf the heroes, of the villain,and chieftiens in the glen.Through Elizabethian timeAnd Cromwellian war and furyPut our pipers to the sword,Killed our harpers and our bards.Let the people sing their stories and their songsAnd the music of their native landTheir lullabies and battle cries and songs of open joySo join us hand in handAll across this ancient landThroughout the test of timeIt was music that kept their spirits freeThose songs of yours and of mineIreland, land of song,Your music lives foreverIn its valleys, in its mountains,In its hills and in its glens.Our music did surviveThrough famine and oppression.To the generations gone,I'll sing for you this song.

The Celtic SongFor it's a grand old team to play for,For it's a grand old team be glad,And when you read its history,It's enough to make your heart go sad,God bless them.We don't care if we win, lose or draw,Darn the hair do we care,Because we only know that there's going to be a show,And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.Sure it's the best darn team in Scotland,And the players all are grand,We support the Celtic,As they are the finest in the landWe love them,We'll be there to give the Bhoys a cheerWhen the league flag flies,And they cheers us up when we know the Scottish Cup,Is coming home to rest at Paradise.Sure it's a grand old team to play for,Sure it's a grand old team be dad,When you read it's history,It's enough to make your heart go sad,God bless them.We don't care if we win lose or draw,Darn the hair do we care,Because we only know that there's going to be a show,And the Glasgow Celtic will be there,And the Glasgow Celtic will be there.

The Fields of AthenryBy a lonely prison wall,I heard a young girl call:"Michael, they have taken you away,For you stole Trevelyn's corn,So the young might see the morn.Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."Low lie the fields of AthenryWhere once we watched the small free birds flyOur love was on the wingWe had dreams and songs to singIt's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.By a lonely prison wall,I heard a young man call"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're freeAgainst the famine and the crown,I rebelled, they cut me down.Now you must raise our child with dignity."Low lie the fields of AthenryWhere once we watched the small free birds flyOur love was on the wingWe had dreams and songs to singIt's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.By a lonely harbor wall,She watched the last star fallAs the prison ship sailed out against the skyFor she lived to hope and prayFor her love in Botany BayIt's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.Low lie the fields of AthenryWhere once we watched the small free birds flyOur love was on the wingWe had dreams and songs to singIt's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.