Текст песни: Roots of Oak + перевод

Driving across the highlands

Of Scotland in our land rover

Shadow of cloud falls

And with it a chill

High o’er heather

Hawk hover the hill

Just begun is my journey

And Danu’s my name

I am the juggler of fortune and fame

Let me not hear facts figures and logic

Fain would I hear lore legends and magic (x 4)

Feathers of raven

Slithers of coal

Armour of silver

In the mackerel shoal

Sun in the west

T’is ruby blood red

Travelers a-weary

Do make their bed

Let me not hear facts figures and logic

Fain would I hear lore legends and magic (x 4)

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