The autumn evenings filled with copper shades I see the birds' neck in the frame A figure walks into the sunset Someone goes past suspended from the sky
Takes more imagination When everything's remote control For me it's just a case of What's on the far side of the road
Tell everybody I'm going away for ten years I'm going to wander Among the Wicklow hills
The travelling children in their Sunday clothes Lost on the corner of the Street Fat gypsy lady smacks the windowpane A farm dog gets out on the motorway
Takes more imagination When everything's remote control For me it's just a case of What's on the far side of the road
Tell everybody I'm going away for ten years I'm going to wander Among the Wicklow hills Among the Wicklow hills Among the Wicklow hillsTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
