Woorden:
Barbara Dickson Full Circle

Across the hills black clouds are sweeping Across the hills black clouds are sweeping Carrying poison far and wide And the grass has blackened underfoot

Bheir me o, horo van o Bheir me o, horo van ee Bheir me o, o hooro ho Sad am I, without thee When I'm lonely, dear white heart Black the night or wild

Sleep, oh babe, for the red bee hums the silent twilight fall Aoibheal from the grey rock comes to wrap the world in thrall A lyan van oh, my child,

I have seen the lark soar high at morn Heard his song up in the blue I have heard the blackbird pipe his note The thrush and the linnet too But there

The wind doth blow today, my love, A few small drops of rain; I never had but one true love, In cold grave he is lain. I'd do as much for my true love

Thy hand, Belinda; darkness shades me On thy bosom let me rest More I would, but Death invades me Death is now a welcome guest When I am laid, am laid