Lyrics:

Out of Ireland I have come Great hatred and little room Maimed us at the start And now home just breaks my heart To America I have come I hope to bring your preachermen Home to show my people how they can Get their names back in the book of life of the lamb I know that I have done many things To give you reason not to listen to me Esspecially as I have been so angry But if you'd knew me maybe you would understand me Words can't express how sorry I am If I ever caused pain to anybody I just hope that you can show compassion And love me enough to just please listen Out of Ireland I did run Great hatred and little room Aimed to break my heart Or wreck me up and tear me all apart To America I have come I need to find a good preacherman Who can show me how I can Get my name back in the book of life of the lamb I bring these blessings with me A strong heart full of hope and a feeling That everything in this world would be okay If people just believed enough in God to pray But the world thinks that sounds crazy And that's the thing that makes me sing so sadly To think that we would leave God so lonely To think that we would mess up our own destiny Out of history we have come With great hatred and little room It aimes to break our hearts Or wrecks us up and tear us all apart But if we listen to the preacherman He can show us how it can be done To live in peace and live as one Get our names back in the book of life of the lamb Out of hopelessness we can come If people just believe it can be done 'cause every prayer ever prayed is heard take power in the power of the word Out of history