Celtic Lands

Grows the mist from gougane barra

My steps are silent, my heart is heavy

Water like a mirror of a restless sky

Kings and knights, have passed from here

Dirty and savage, noble and brave.

Where is the dust

That was theirs bones?

Where are the voices

Lost and gone?

Scholars and saints

Have walked here

Searching for peace

Between the wind and rain.

Where is the memory

Of their lonely thoughs?

Where is the book

That noone ever wrote?

No one remembers the names anymore

No one can read the stones.

They just lay

Dreaming of the sun

Keeping poor memories

Of hunger and pain.

Water like a mirror of a restless sky

Wind murmuring of forgotten days

An old woman

Used to bring the flowers

But now she's gone

Somewhere in the rain and now,

The little graveyard

Enjoys the deepest peace

But for the rabbits

That jump between the trees

This is the country

Where grass is always green

When the rocks and men are

Shaped by wind and waves.

Sitting on the cliff

You will feel the pain

Standing like the stones

Between wind and rain.

Water like a mirror of a restless sky

Wind murmuring of forgotten days.