DESCRIPTION:
Official Music Video of RUNA's arrangement of "The Holy Ground".
Filmed at The Grand Canyon during their 2013 tour.
Song written by Gerry O'Beirne

Musicians:
Shannon Lambert-Ryan: vocals
Fionán de Barra: guitar, vocals
Cheryl Prashker: percussion
David Curley: mandolin, vocals
Maggie Estes White: fiddle

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This is a beautiful song about an Irish immigrant who moves from Cork ("The Holy Ground"), Ireland to the United States and down to Mexico. He becomes a soldier and joins the San Patricio Battalion in the Mexican Army. The song tells the story of his love for his countries, old and new, and his fight for freedom in Mexico.

September 12th is the official day of commemoration for the soldiers in the Batallón de San Patricio. We felt that The Grand Canyon was a perfect setting to tell their story and we have decided to release "The Holy Ground" Music Video next Thursday, September 12th, 2013 in their honour.


"The Holy Ground" - Gerry O'Beirne

I was born on the holy ground
A running boy in fields of clover
Living in the grandeur of my father's land
By the side of the swirling sea
I spent the days of childish wonder
And the rocks I held in my young hands
I never felt them slip away

Well the sun shone bright upon the waves
And the wind blew high as I was leaving
And I sailed so far away, looking for adventure

But I would not stay where the city streets
Proclaimed so loudly man's endeavour
Though music is a pretty thing in fine company
It was in the south where my new home lay
With a dark eyed girl and wild horses
With hummingbirds and roses there
In old Mexico
The wilderness took my breath away
Under a sun that never falters
A man has to find his way where no one ever goes
The winds of change they blew so far
Of liberty and revolution
And it seemed each man heard in his breast the drumming of a nation

Oh and on the field where the guns did play
I fell there with many another where
The sage brush grows the desert wind is blowing free

I was born on the holy ground
A running boy in fields of clover
Living in the grandeur of my fathers land
By the side of the swirling sea
I spent the days of childish wonder
And the rocks I held in my young hands
I never felt them slip away