Rock by rock and stone by stone, I walked along the famine road.From the limestone of the Burren to the foot of Malakmorn.And I had a silent revelation as I walked along the lonely strand.That every stone along this road was touched by hungry hands.In my mind I see their black coats turned against the wind and rain.I hear their cries of desperation, the anger and the shame.To see their children die of hunger, to be driven from the land.I hear the prayers that went unanswered, feed these hungry hands.In spite of rain and hunger, they broke and laid these stones.Somewhere deep inside they found the strength to carry on.And I'm sure they never realized, it was never in the plan.But they held the spirit of a nation safe in hungry hands.Now they say this road goes nowhere, I say it never ends.For it took their children round the world to strange and distant lands.And we who are their children's children, in our hearts we understand.That every road we've ever walked was built by hungry hands.Walked by rock and stone by stone, walked along the famine road.From the limestone of the Burren to the foot of Malakmore.And we who are this island's children, in our hearts we understand.That every road we'll ever walk was built by hungry hands.