The keepers of the flame, of old Gaelic Ireland
Kept it alight down country lanes
The keepers of the flame, like old John Reilly
Should be cherished and far famed

The keepers of the flame, the keepers of the flame
Camped down oul country lanes
Like Johnny Doran with a treasure trove of Gaelic gold

Travelling to ancient fairs in country towns
Picking up and passing music down
Cradling the ancient airs and songs of old
Protecting precious Gaelic gold
That would have gone untold
Could you let it in your soul

The keepers of the flame, of Gaelic Ireland
Kept it alight down country lanes
The keepers of the flame, like old John Reilly
Should be immortalised and far famed

The keepers of the flame, the keepers of the flame
Camped down oul country lanes
Like Johnny Doran with a treasure trove of Gaelic gold

Stay free and wild, in your heart tinker child
Travel the land any which way you can
Circle the flames, old stories and dreams
To embrace your old soul and protect Gaelic gold
Go oh oh old - go oh oh old
Go oh oh old - go oh oh old