Tonight my life takes it’s last sigh
over the clear skies, where the clouds are high.
Where birds soar over the golden glen,
I let the breeze cool my face, and remember them.
You don’t know how much it aches
to say goodbye to the sandy lakes.
To bid farewell to the rushing river
to lean against our tree, and feel it shiver.
For I know that everything is the last time
and I just can’t seem to get peace of mind.
Because I’m leaving tonight, for a distant land.
And though I’m breaking you apart, understand.
The northern wind doesn’t blow behind me,
In the way others can be here, and feel free.
I can’t skulk beneath the barely at night,
and endure one more call from the hills to fight.
I can’t grip a gun and sing for Ireland’s call,
shoulder to shoulder, it doesn’t matter, I can’t stand tall.
My Father and my brothers will never open their eyes,
they’d rather see me dead than listen to my freedom cries.
So I’ll ask you in this letter I love you, don’t you know?
Love me so leave me and watch me go.
I’ll ask you to forget me and to please understand
If you love me dear, you’ll let go of my hand.
