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