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the pockets are empty the lights are out
my mother in sadness but i feel proud
i left my hometown i left my youth
iâm going to nowhere got nothing to loose
i get me a weapon i get me a friend
to scotland weâre walking together weâll stand
weâre fighting for kingdom weâre fighting for faith
and i killed lots of brothers and i lost me own friend
and the wind is blowing on and on
and the wind is blowing on
and the wind is blowing on and on
and that makes me feel so strong
than i took my pistol and ran to the hills
i thought about freedom the church and the kills
i realized sadly this ainât got ma thing
and so i left scotland forget about the king
back home in england i travelled alone
one day i was tired and stopped near a stone
a fairy appeared on that bright day in may
she brought me a vision of a land far away
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than i left england to montego bay
the ocean was angry and i learned to pray
and my ship was sinking while i swam away
the sharks were not hungry so i survived that day
i felt the wind blowing when i opened my eyes
the sun seemed to say boy you are in paradise
iâm lost on an island and i feel alright
thats the end of my journ: so mother donât you cry
- Album:
- Faithful And Fallen
- The Last Banshee
- Traditional & Unplugged
- Celtic Legends
- Tales of Celtica
- CeltInUs
- Boneman Live, Volume 2
- The Celtic Journey – Celtic Folk
- The Celtic Journey – Pirate Songs
- Lutherion II
- Last Concert
- In Memoriam (1991–2007)
- Leichenschrei: Trisol Bible, Chapter 2
- Faithful and Fallen: Rediscovered 2013
- Apocryphal Moments