0
Skye Live - Runrig
0 0

Skye Live Runrig

Skye Live - Runrig
How can't you see
The wilderness growing free
Time wounded and scarred
Stroking away the years
It's hard to believe
But memories are old ghosts
Mountains of black and gold
Sunsets falling over the moor
Oh take me there

'S na horo eile, horo bho
'S na horo bho, hillean o
'S na horo eille ho, Take me there

You take your dream
And make life what you feel
Appearances lead to deceive
This drama so far from me
Destiny
On facts aching wings
Wild geese fly low over your shores
Hearts sailing over the trees
Oh take me there

's na horo eile, horo bho
's na horo bho, hillean o
's na horo eille ho, Take me there
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Login Register
Log into your account
And gain new opportunities
Forgot your password?