Blue as the wings of a heron in the night

Like the rising of the tides on the shores of Isle Skye

They gleam evergreen, winds 'a whistling in the pines

Like a castle-crawling vine

like the grassy Gleann of Lìomhann

And rich as the mud after rain upon the ground

They're a whisky hue of brown, braided river running wild

I fell astray, but in you, I have found

That I am ever bound to your hazel eyes

Deep as the sea wherе the ocean meets the shorе

Where I met them once before, on the emerald Cliffs of Moher

Bright as the light setting fire to the north

Rising high beyond the morn, laying shadows on the floor

Long is the day when the moon obscures the sun

'Tis the darkness they become, till the dawn upon the fjord

I fell astray, but I am bone & blood

And I am bound by love to your hazel eyes

I fell astray, but in you, I have found

That I am ever bound to your hazel eyes