Woorden:
Celtic Thunder

Like a bird without wings That longs to be flying, Like a motherless child Left lonely and crying. Like a song without words, Like a world without music

Black is the color of my true love`s hair Her lips are like some roses fair She`s the sweetest face and the gentlest hands. I love the ground whereon

These mist covered mountains Are a home now for me But my home is the lowlands And always will be Some day you'll return to Your valleys and your farms

(Instrumental)

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound That saved the wretch like me I once was lost but now am found Was blind but now I see 'Twas grace that taught my

And if she asks you why, you can tell her that I told you That I?m tired of castles in the air I?ve got a dream I want the world to share And castle walls

Oh, Danny boy The pipes, the pipes are calling From glen to glen and down the mountain side The summer's gone And all the roses falling Tis you, tis you

Guarda fuori e gia mattina Questo e un giorno che ricorderai Alzati in fretta e vai, c'e chi crede in te Non ti arrendere Once in every life there comes

All God's creatures got a place in the choir Some sing low and some sing higher Some sing out loud on the telephone wire Some just clap their hands or