And what else is there anyway?
If I could see in your dreams there would be stone and heather
And the miles of moors stretching away forever
If I could see in your dreams there would be stone and heather
And the miles of moors stretching away forever
Slàinte mhath!
Slàinte mhath!
It burns so well,
So blazing bright,
In the all-consuming fire.
It burns so well,
So blazing bright,
In the all-consuming fire.
The language of fear will bring us fear
The language of lies will bring us lies
The language of love will bring us love...
We choose it, and we own it.
The language of fear will bring us fear
The language of lies will bring us lies
The language of love will bring us love...
We choose it, and we own it.