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