How gentle was the breeze that surrounded the way. How loud the sea's roar on the four winds everyday. Sharing love, wounded gifts from ancient long ago. Together they closed in the circles we know
. Hard to tell or recognize a sign. To see me through a warning sign. First the thunder satisfied, if the past it will not lie (then the storm). The future (torn asunder) you and I, get blown away (in
The mist has cleared from Muckish Hill. Our parting coming nearer. The last embrace, the final touch. With nothing more to say. Nothing more to say As silence fell around the bridge. Not a single
Anois i dts an fhmhair. Is m smaointi siar. Ar an laethe aerach'i bhfad shoin. 'S m a' sgradh le mo mhian. Bh ilneacht aoibhinn ar a h-aghaidh. Is sls in a cro. Ba sin fad a bhuachaill. Ba sin