Giant - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

Cold wind on the harbor and rain on the road

Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal

There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or

The giant will rise with the moon

'Twas the same ancient fever in the Isles of the Blest

That our fathers brought with them when they went west

'Tis the blood of the druids that never will rest

The giant will rise with the moon

So crash the glass down, move with the tide

Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside

Clash the glass down; Fingal will rise

With the moon

In inclement weather, the people are fey

Three thousand year stories as the night slips away

Remembering Fingal seems not far away

The giant will rise with the moon

The wind's in the north; there'll be new moon tonight

And we have no circle to dance in its sight

Light a torch, bring the bottle, and build the fire bright

The giant will rise with the moon

So crash the glass down, move with the tide

Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside

Clash the glass down; Fingal will rise

With the moon

So crash the glass down, move with the tide

Young friends and old whiskey are burning inside

Clash the glass down; Fingal will rise

With the moon

Cold wind on the harbor and rain on the road

Wet promise of winter brings recourse to coal

There's fire in the blood and a fog on Bras d'Or

The giant will rise with the moon