The wind it blew cold on October as I watched his sad cortege depart

And I knew the bright sunshine of springtime ne'er would warm the dead chill in my heart

As we slowly came down from that chapel and we marched on slow to his grave

'Twas for us this great lover of mankind, always  for us his lifetime he gave.

 

His brilliance shone forth like a morning as he rose up to champion the weak

And their jailers in the silent dungeon (?) for to speak

For his was the voice of the worker and justice for all was his creed

And he told us Arise in your greatness, and conquer this world full of greed!

 

Not bigots nor hate can divide us when we fight for the flag of the free

Not murder nor armies defeat us when we strike out for our liberty

And his voice it came back from the coffin as I shouldered it close to my cheek

"Go on and onward my comrades and build up that nation we seek!"

 

"And no power in this world can stop you the assassin has failed can't you see?

And remember as you bury my body, my spirit as always is free!

And I stride along there beside you as you march on to our destiny

And remember I was willing to trade in my life for your liberty"

 

Twas cold when we buried that hero and many's the heart cried with pain

For we knew as we buried our comrade we'd not see his likes eer again

But his words seemed to ring in the morning as we sadly departed his grave

"Remember you were born to be free not quisling, not lacky, not slave!"

 

"And my work in this life was an honour, so take up my struggle with pride

Doing that this cold day is beaten and I Seamus Costello have not died 

And my work in this life was an honour, so take up my struggle with pride

Doing that this cold day is beaten and I Seamus Costello have not died!"