Morphia Wicklow Mountains

In mystic mist

These moorlands mourn

Leaving colours

Still unborn



The mountain road

By clouds concealed

Forever winding

Through fogbound fields



I, just I

And I alone

Am lost in heather

And stacks of stone



Graft and drizzle

Gloom and grey

Wicklow calls

I drift away



On the hills of the Irish lands

You will not see the sun

The ancient celtic legends

Will entangle anyone

And in the end when you descend

Youll be another man

Youll need a pint of Guinness

To regain yourself again



Sun for clouds

Blue for grey

Wicklow has let me

Go again



Life and laughter

Down below

In a town called

Glendalough
[ Wicklow Mountains Lyrics ]