作词 : Andrew Fitzpatrick/Sabrina Foley

作曲 : Andrew Fitzpatrick/Sabrina Foley

Blue as the wings of a heron in the night

Like the rising of the tides on the shores of Isle Skye.

They gleam evergreen, winds ’a whistling in the pines.

Like a castle-crawling vine, like the grassy Glen of Lyon.

And rich as the mud after rain upon the ground.

They’re a whisky hue of brown, braided river running wild.

I fell astray, but in you, I have found.

That I am ever bound to your hazel eyes.

Deep as the sea where the ocean meets the shore.

Where I met them once before, on the emerald Cliffs of Moher

Brights as the light setting fire to the north.

Rising high beyond the morn, laying shadows on the floor.

Long is the day when the moon obscures the sun.

It’s the darkness they become, till the dawn upon the fjord.

I fell astray, but I am bone and blood.

And I am bound by love to your hazel eyes.

I fell astray, but in you, I have found.

That I am ever bound to your hazel eyes.