18 April 2009

Lost in the mists of Islay


Evermore my heart will be

2 kommentarer:

Igor said...

The mists of Islay

Through a veil of bygone years.
Through the exile's hidden tears.
One dear vision oft appears,
Out of the mists of Islay.

Rovan-oh, oh rovan-ee
Rovan-oh, oh rovan-ee.
Evermore my heart will be.
Lost in the mists of Islay.

Waters break on rocky shore;
Sea winds sighing as of yore;
Sea birds crying as they soar,
Over the mists of Islay.

Isle mem'ry home to me,
Nevermore thy hills I'll see.
Evermore my heart will be.
Lost in the mists of Islay.

Ah….Lost in the mists of Islay
Lost in the mists of Islay
Lost in the mists of Islay.


HAYLEY WESTENRA

Hardy Hum said...

"exile's hidden tears"

MMM...tuga se utapa najbolje u alkoholnom pichu visokog kvaliteta...

Shalu nastranu, dobar poem... dosta mozemo prepoznati nashu sudbinu u jadanju ovih Iraca. A slika je remek djelo!