Here Come The Irish (lyrics written by Jim Tullio and John Scully)
Well I remember the leaves a fallin' And far off music like pipes a callin' And I remember the golden morning I saw the long ranks as they were forming
And there's a magic in the sound of their name Here come the Irish of Notre Dame
The pilgrims follow by the sacred waters And arm in arm go the sons and daughters The drums are rolling and forward bound They're calling spirits up from the ground
And there's a magic in the sound of their name Here come the Irish of Notre Dame