Lyrics:
Oh, the hills they call, with whispers in the night
In the twilight glow, they hold a secret light
Through the emerald fields, where the rivers gleam
Hear the songs of old, like a forgotten dream
Ancient stones, by the heather's side
Guarding lore and legend, in the morning light
In the hills of old, where the magic flows
Every breeze carries tales untold
By the fireside, we spin yarns of gold
Of heroes brave and loves of old
Echoes linger in the valley's embrace
Every heart's longing finds its place
In the village near, where old oaks stand
From each ancient tree, tales spring like sand
Celtic runes carved deep in bark
Hold the mystic spells, of a time so stark
Through the woodland trails, where the mosses creep
In the moonlight's veil, the faeries keep
By the hearth's warm glow we share our hopes and dreams
In the shadows cast by the old fire's beams
With laughter light and our voices clear
We sing the songs that we all hold dear
Негізгі бет Музыка Treel - Songs Of Old (and tales untold) - Celtic - 2024
Пікірлер: 6