Jeff MacDonald - live @ ECMA 2010 - Celtic Colours Festival Club Stage

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Distance

At sunrise
I stop and close my eyes
As this night's work is drawing to a close;
I linger there
And say a little prayer
And question once again this life I chose;
I've sold my soul
For promises of gold,
Attempting to uphold my dignity;
And I've left behind
The very best things you could find
Now I'm always missing those who mean the most to me.

Hì ho, hó ro éileadh o
Hiùrabh o ró hiùrabh o ró hì
Fàil ill ó o, hìreadh éileadh o
Hoireann ó bu ho ró bho chiùrabh i

My life is work, then I sleep
But by my heart I always keep
A picture of my boy, so young and fine;
Back alone in this room
I chase away the gloom
By listening to his voice upon a line;
Oh, his laughter to my ears
Is the sweetest music you could hear
My heart drinks in his stories as they come
And when we say goodbye
In this stillness here I lie,
And tell myself this trip is my last one.

Hì ho, hó ro éileadh o
Hiùrabh o ró hiùrabh o ró hì
Fàil ill ó o, hìreadh éileadh o
Hoireann ó bu ho ró bho chiùrabh i

Distance is a thief
And thousands feel this grief
This new world robs us all of things so true;
We learn to yearn for stuff
Feel we can never get enough
And constantly toss old away for new;
But the old ones knew the score
Learned from those who came before
What most in life could help a soul to mend;
Oh my home and kin, you see,
Are everything to me
And soon I will be coming home again;

There will be music in the hall
Funny stories shared by all
When I return to the Village of the King;
I'll embrace you one and all
The old ones and the small
And together, hand in hand again, we'll sing.

Hì ho, hó ro éileadh o
Hiùrabh o ró hiùrabh o ró hì
Fàil ill ó o, hìreadh éileadh o
Hoireann ó bu ho ró bho chiùrabh i (x2)