We’re in the water
Faded shadows
Winter at my cheek

Fighting fliers
Flickered fires
Summer at our feet

Pieces of me, lost at sea, out on the tide
Hear the yearly wields of the wild

The only stories my mother told me
They’re only stories mo dhadaí left me

Only stories, only stories own me

Frightened flickers, stolen whispers, bathed in the dark
Clasp your hand in my hand, never wanting to part

Pieces of me lost at sea, out on the tide
Hear the yearly wields of the wild

The only stories my mother told me
They're only stories, mo dhadaí left me

Only stories, only stories own me
Only stories, only stories own me