Incredible song writing, incredible performance!

Saw him years ago at the Albert Hall. Hairs went up on the back of my neck.

It really doesn't get any better than this! Such powerful music

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

Hope that I'll meet this guy keeps me here in Ireland.. despite all my breakdowns sorrows.. rainy days... thank you man you save me hundred times

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

Such a wonderful musician! A true Irish treasure!!

Profound lyrics and an excellent delivery. “Good boy Christy” 🙏🏴󠁧󠁢󠁳󠁣󠁴󠁿💙

Brilliant and unique performer. One of my favourite albums too.

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

Amazing artist, one of my favourites of all time.

This isn't music, this is just majestic.

Lads and Lassie whatvthe bloody hell would we do without u tube to enjoy this

My uncle wrote this song!!

Amazing song

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

THAT FIRST LINE IS A KILLER & SO TRUE .

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

So many memories, thanks Christy. Kane

christy at his best

Mighty song and singing

I would have liked this song to ring throughout Canada this Canada Day, after the discovery of so many unmarked graves on the grounds of church run residential schools.

Bello

Only the very safe can talk about wrong and right....

AMAZING

Feckn genius. X

Brilliant!!!!

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

The people united will never be defeated ✊️🚩🌍✌🏻

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

Pretty special...

I’d go out to war listening to this song