Lyrics

A hundred and twenty paces past the signpost
Pick up the trail and follow to the east
Up to the old abandoned ring of houses
Standing in stony silence and in peace
Like the sleepless ghosts of dancing children
Misty fingers reaching toward the sea
Blanket the hills of heather, spilling whiteness
Over the blackened soil like breakfast tea

And you and I, in simple fascination
Stand side by side in the growing rain

A hundred and twenty paces past the signpost
Follow the sound of water to the west
Stopping to ask O'Malley his permission
He offers (in toothless Gaelic) his "God Bless"
Down a winding road of trash and treasure
Rusting red and dying, growing green
Soak in the water falling over heather
Drink in the pounding river, washing clean

And you and I, in simple fascination
Stand side by side in the growing rain.