The mist has cleared from Muckish Hill
Our parting coming nearer

The last embarace, the final touch
With nothing more to say

Nothing more to say
As silence fell around the bridge

Not a single word was spoken
A bitter breeze, a lonely stream

Echoed through the glen
Echoed through the glen

Droichead na ndeor
Agus droichead na gcaointe

Droichead na gcaointe
Agus droichead na ndeor

Memories fade with passing age
In forlorn hope we wait for

Dostant hills still haunt us now
Until the end of time

Until the end of time
Droichead na ndeor

Agus droichead na gcaointe
Droichead na gcaointe

Agus droichead na ndeor
Droichead na ndeor

Agus droichead na gcaointe
Droichead na gcaointe

Agus droichead na ndeor