Hold on, until the feeling is so strong. Until the ground that you walk on, is where you stand.. This dream, it heals and it haunts me,. Its tempted and taught me who I am,.
Blue waves are rolling. Visions in my mind. Of a strange voice calling. Journey's at an end, journey's at an end. (Journey's at an end, journey's at an end).
There's a rumor spreading all around. We're on the way. To a change of setting homeward bound. Autumn day. . 'Cause indoor we will light the fire. Light the fires of hope.
This heart of mine won't keep or believe in the secret. Like the moss on a stone. This heart of mine won't beat it just carries itself away. These parting times won't break me.
Tell me, would you please this place is a squeeze. Your guess is good as mine. Sell me other dreams, oh the summer's here. You know we're goin' down the line.
Hard to tell or recognize. A sign to see me through. A warning sign. . First the thunder. (Satisfied). Then the storm. (If the past it will not lie). Torn asunder.
Hope is your survival. A captive path I lead. . No matter where you go. I will find you. If it takes a long long time. No matter where you go. I will find you.
Hope is your survival. A captive path I lead. . No matter where you go. I will find you. If it takes a long long time. No matter where you go. I will find you.
Hope is your survival. A captive path I lead. . No matter where you go. I will find you. If it takes a long long time. No matter where you go. I will find you.
Back in my schooldays, acting the fool days. One and one and one is three. And the man said, "Hey, come and cut yourself a piece of the big time". Armor-clad forces, riding Trojan horses.
This heart of mine won't keep. Or belive in the secret. like the moss on a stone. This heart of mine won't beat. It just carries itself away. These parting times won't break me.
He comes out of silence and opens the door. Waiting for someone to die. Deep in her heart she is hoping for. The long-lost one. How could she know when the promise was made?.
I find my way. Night and day. I am the hunter. The hunter. . Twenty years. Of waiting here. I am the hunter. The hunter.
Imtheochaidh soir is siar. A dtainig ariamh. An ghealach is an ghrian. Fol lol the doh fol the day. Fol the doh fol the day. Imtheochaidh an ghealach's an ghrian.