Christy Moore - Natives Lyrics






For all of our languages we can't communicate
For all of our native tongues we're all natives here
Sons of their fathers' dream the same dream
The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream
Voices in anger, victims of history
Plundered and set aside, grow fat on swallowed pride

With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives
Missionaries and pioneers are soldiers in disguise
Saviours and Conquerers, they make us wait
Like fishers of men they wave their truth like bait
But with the touch of a stranger's hand innocence turns to shame
The spirit that dwelt within now sleeps out in the rain

For all of our languages we can't communicate
For all of our native tongues, we're all natives here
The scars of the past are slow to disappear
The cries of the dead are always in our ears
And only the very safe can talk about wrong and right
Of those who are forced to choose, some will choose to fight





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  1. R.... O....

    Haunting so it means more as i get older and understand it more

  2. J.... ....

    I’d go out to war listening to this song

  3. N.... ....

    This isn't music, this is just majestic.

  4. M.... O....

    THAT FIRST LINE IS A KILLER & SO TRUE .

  5. P.... R....

    Feckn genius.
    X

  6. L.... N....

    Brilliant!!!!

  7. M.... S....

    Amazing artist, one of my favourites of all time.

  8. A.... D....

    Wow, 4 years since I commented last. My uncle, Paul Doran, has since released his own album, with his new single available here https://pauldoran.bandcamp.com/track/that-was-my-heart . Once astounding, always astounding. Fair play Paul, David would have been super proud of you!

  9. j.... h....

    A 40 odd year old Christy.....life is so transient

  10. T.... B....

    What a song, what a delivery, what a man. Christy ya boy ye.

  11. J.... M....

    I love this version of the song by Christy. There are other videos on YouTube of him singing this, but this version gets me every time..

  12. L.... G....

    christy at his best

  13. K.... M....

    For all of our languages, we can't communicate
    For all of our native tongues, we're all natives here
    Sons of their fathers dream the same dream
    The sound of forbidden words becomes a scream
    Voices in anger, victims of history
    Plundered and set aside, grown fat on swallowed pride

    With promises of paradise and gifts of beads and knives
    Missionaries and pioneers are soldiers in disguise
    Saviours and conquerors they make us wait
    The fishers of men they wave their truth like bait
    With the touch of a stranger's hand innocence turns to shame
    The spirit that dwelt within now sleeps out in the rain

    For all of our languages, we can't communicate
    For all of our native tongues, we're all natives here
    The scars of the past are slow to disappear
    The cries of the dead are always in our ears
    Only the very safe can talk about wrong and right
    Of those who are forced to choose, some will choose to fight
    For all of our languages, we can't communicate

    K.... M....

    Kim Murphy I think Christy is talking about his own land Ireland We have a native tongue but very rarely spoken

  14. k.... r....

    AMAZING

  15. m.... ....

    someone should carpet bomb the religious  mid america with this song

  16. P.... K....

    So many memories, thanks Christy. Kane

  17. F.... O....

    Your uncle is a wise man and great song writer. Aidan.

  18. J.... M....

    Jesus H Christ. What a performance. So, so brilliant.

  19. A.... D....

    My uncle wrote this song!!

    A.... D....

    Beautiful song

    A.... D....

    Your uncle is a legend!

  20. N.... ....

    Pretty special...