Sunday morning, In the summer time. Over worship we hurlers climb, over mountains and valleys deep. Those bells are ringing Around our feet. Come, take this warning cried the priest. All good hurlers at the devils feast. He will curse you where you stand Mark his circle upon our land Oh hurler boys come on make your choice. And he said Oh you hurlers boys come on make your choice. Where you stand (hey hey) Where you stand Bold, brave and strong we ran the day Til thunder rolled in with silver rain There were fingers down our backs curse is rising and we were trapped Oh hurler boys come on make your choice. And he said Oh you hurlers boys come on make your choice. Where you stand (hey hey) Where you stand (hey hey) Tall, straight and stubborn we face the sky that lightning pierced us our voices cried out bodies silver our hearts of stone we make no shadows we stand alone Oh hurler boys come on make your choice. And he said Oh you hurlers boys come on make your choice. And he said Oh you hurlers boys come on make your choice. And he said Oh you hurlers boys come on make your choice. Where you stand (hey hey) (You hurler boys) Where you stand (hey hey) (You hurlers boys) Where you stand (hey hey) (You hurler boys) Where you stand (hey hey) (You hurler boys) Where you stand (hey hey) (you hurler boys) Where you stand (hey hey) Where you stand (hey hey)