The Weight of the Isle

The whistle blew, a pause in time, the crowd a distant roar, Ian stepped up to the line, with history to score. Leather met lace, a strike meant to seal a fate, But the keeper leaped, the hopes deflated, the agony to relate. (Chorus) Oh, Ian Harte, with the weight of the isle on his boot, A nation held its breath, in that moment so astute. From the spot on the painted green, where dreams are lost or found, A heart’s skip, a gasp, a silence profound. (Bridge) But remember the fight, the spirit undying, The boys in green, their strength defying. One moment doesn't write the story’s end, It's the fight, the love, the message we send. (Verse 3) Though the kick went awry, the battle raged on, The Irish hearts never faltered, their courage never gone. Through extra times and tears that flowed, They stood as one, a nation glowed. (Chorus) Oh, Ian Harte, with the weight of the isle on his boot, A nation held its breath, in that moment so astute. From the spot on the painted green, where dreams are lost or found, A heart’s skip, a gasp, a silence profound. (Outro) So here’s to the ones who dare to dream, In the face of despair, they find a beam. It's not about the miss, or the fall, It's the rise, the fight, the giving it all.