Dan Ar Braz - Holyhead lyrics

We fly for a dream But fails as we land We ride on a ledge With no fear of heights We search so far these things around And seldom lay eyes on the real close by Each day's a companion Precious as a rhyme An any way we go A return to know You can't dry out these fields of hopes Watered by the tears and wisdom of times We run for the truth But more troubles we draw The colours we choose Paint natives in low We cast away our main beliefs And spoil all the dreams in the lad of free