Resurrection Band - Irish Garden lyrics

Sitting in an Irish garden
You melancholy bride
Oh, your children are dying -
Blood on the roadside
Your people are helpless, and no one consoles
You, yeah, yeah, as bullets keep flying
Filling you with holes

Why, oh, why did you run and hide?
It's a cultural shock to the soul
You sit in the flames of the fire you set
The nation is out of control

Sitting in an Irish garden
You broken bride to be
Rise up through your sorrow, Jesus
Makes you free, yeah, yeah

Olden days gone by, it was no so then
Time to play, sing and dance in his holy land
Why did I hide from you
With the serpent at my heel?
I'm sorry for the way that I
Must have made you feel
Must have made you feel

Lord, I'm sorry for the way I
Know I made you feel

I'm sorry for the way I know I made you feel

Humble us to seek you, Father
Heal our land so lost in sin
Draw us from the bitter water
To the garden once again