Wild grasses grow on the moorland bare The smell of salty seaweed that lingers in the ocean air Oh I yearn, oh I yearn, oh I yearn to be a bairn To explore the land before it's my turn
Drink from Kilmory well Forever you'll be bound To Shearwaters on the slopes of Hallival Brutal beauty wrapped in western tidal swell Brutal beauty wrapped in western tidal swell
Hostile waters sit between us A land of red deer, ponies, otters and eagles Oh I pine, oh I pine, oh I pine for that coastline To climb mountains forged in volcanic decline
Drink from Kilmory well Forever you'll be bound To Shearwaters on the slopes of Hallival Brutal beauty wrapped in western tidal swell Brutal beauty wrapped in western tidal swell
Twenty miles southwest pining For your final breath Venture northeast across Migration paths, misleading depths The water I must drink Drained from sandstone and mountains so distinct
It has me under its spell Wrapped in tidal swell It has me under its spell Wrapped in tidal swell
Drink from Kilmory well Forever you'll be bound To Shearwaters on the slopes of Hallival Brutal beauty wrapped in western tidal swell Brutal beauty wrapped in western tidal swell
Brutal beauty wrapped in western tidal swell Brutal beauty wrapped in western tidal swellTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
