The mist has cleared from Muckish Hill
Our parting coming nearer
The last embarace, the final touch
With nothing more to say
Nothing more to say
As silence fell around the bridge
Not a single word was spoken
A bitter breeze, a lonely stream
Echoed through the glen
Echoed through the glen
Droichead na ndeor agus droichead na gcaointe
Droichead na gcaointe agus droichead na ndeor
Memories fade with pa**ing age
In forlorn hope we wait for
Distant hills still haunt us now
Until the end of time
Until the end of time
Droichead na ndeor agus droichead na gcaointe
Droichead na gcaointe agus droichead na ndeor
Droichead na ndeor agus droichead na gcaointe
Droichead na gcaointe agus droichead na ndeor