My great grandmother was a magic weaver Came across the water and caught the fever She wondered if her mother could hear her when She said the words she learned to say
In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills Cup of cold sun and a winterpill Send me back on my way Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil Twenty-one petals of daffodils Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill I'll fly home today
Down in the cradle oh I would hear hеr As I breathed my soul beliеved if I sang those words I could leave there Leave my sorrow and pain
In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills Cup of cold sun and a winterpill Send me back on my way Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil Twenty-one petals of daffodils Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill I'll fly home today
Though my brittle body was caught in his snare My soul would learn how to travel where The eyes of the rabbits were gleaming there On the isle of Hy-Brasil
Seven years we drown, seven years we rise Said the black rabbit with the ancient eyes You'll be free, oh lura lae He cannot match your will
In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills Cup of cold sun and a winterpill Send me back on my way Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil Twenty-one petals of daffodils Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill I'll fly home today
Though I drowned for ten years, I'm still rising Stronger for my pain and suffering My body was broken but my heart's reborn
In the blue camhanaich all shimmering still Dame Calluna, low Lady of the Hills Cup of cold sun and a winterpill Send me back on my way Seven black rabbits of Hy-Brasil Twenty-one petals of daffodils Thirteenth note of the blackcap trill I'll fly home todayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
