The Hurlers

Sunday morning,

In the summer time.

Over worship we hurlers climb,

over mountains and valleys deep.

Those bells are ringing

Around our feet.

Come, take this warning

cried the priest.

All good hurlers

at the devils feast.

He will curse you where you stand

Mark his circle upon our land

Oh hurler boys come on

make your choice.

And he said

Oh you hurlers boys come on

make your choice.

Where you stand

(hey hey)

Where you stand

Bold, brave and strong

we ran the day

Til thunder rolled in with silver rain

There were fingers down our backs

curse is rising

and we were trapped

Oh hurler boys come on

make your choice.

And he said

Oh you hurlers boys come on

make your choice.

Where you stand

(hey hey)

Where you stand

(hey hey)

Tall, straight and stubborn

we face the sky

that lightning pierced us

our voices cried out

bodies silver

our hearts of stone

we make no shadows

we stand alone

Oh hurler boys come on

make your choice.

And he said

Oh you hurlers boys come on

make your choice.

And he said

Oh you hurlers boys come on

make your choice.

And he said

Oh you hurlers boys come on

make your choice.

Where you stand

(hey hey)

(You hurler boys)

Where you stand

(hey hey)

(You hurlers boys)

Where you stand

(hey hey)

(You hurler boys)

Where you stand

(hey hey)

(You hurler boys)

Where you stand

(hey hey)

(you hurler boys)

Where you stand

(hey hey)

Where you stand

(hey hey)