Day by day the haze of city lingers Burning these hills of stolen liberty O tir, tir mo rùn O tir, tir mo chridhe Maybe one day we'll find a young pretender Kindle the fire of Gaeldoni's legacy O tir, tir mo rùn O tir, tir mo chridhe Turning a blind eye to the values of home Running the fast lane to belong Maybe we'll see light when the jewels Of the crown, they are gone Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad Is seinn d'orain beo Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad Is seinn d'orain beo The Cuiaba to Nova Scotia Indians Carving their dream of pride and dignity O tir, tir nan òir O tir, tir na'dhaoine Turning a blind eye to the values of home Running the fast lane to belong Maybe we'll see light when the jewels Of the crown, they are gone Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad Is seinn d'orain beo Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad Is seinn d'orain beo Tog do shuil dh'an iarmailt Machair dubh nan stoir Faigh reull do'shliagha Lean i gu dan Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad Is seinn d'orain beo Dean sàor, dean sàor an spiórad Is seinn d'orain beo