Morphia
Wicklow Mountains
In mystic mist
These moorlands mourn Leaving colours
Still unborn The mountain road
By clouds concealed Forever winding Through fogbound fields
I, just I
And I alone
Am lost in heather
And stacks of stone
Graft and drizzle
Gloom and grey Wicklow calls
I drift away On the hills of the Irish lands
You will not see the sun The ancient celtic legends
Will entangle anyone And in the end when you descend
You'll be another man Letras de cancionesYou'll need a pint of Guinness To regain yourself again Sun for clouds Blue for grey Wicklow has let me
Go again Life and laughter Down below
In a town called
Glendalough
From Letras Mania