In the mists of the morning
'Cross the cobbles of the square
There's the sound of a lonely mandolin
There's a figure -
He's walking with his head held high
Can you hear him?
It's the coming of Finn

chorus:
Can you hear him coming?
He's playing all the way
Can you hear him coming through the din?
Flags are waving as the village band begin
Can you hear him?
It's the coming of Finn.

On his brow there's a furrow
In remembrance of the war
In his smile - 
All the countries that he's been
In his hands there are memories
Of the tunes that we bear
Can you hear him?
It's the coming of Finn.