24th June 1998 Inisheer, Ireland
24th June 1998 Inisheer, Ireland
24th June 1998 Inisheer, Ireland
All I can see is a field of grass,
endless stone walls, countless sheep.
Rainy day, cloudy day and windy day,
I hope tomorrow will be a sunny day.
That's a dream.
All I want to do is drink a beer.
More or less, another glass, helpless time.
In the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening,
I hope tomorrow will give me a sunny time.
That's a dream.
But I still really love this land.
Thre's a peace, there's a song, there's a smile.
So I don't want to leave here,
standing on the edge, watching the waves
coming from Atlantic.
And there is a high cliff,
it makes me feel so small.
I see a small island there.
An old woman is sitting on a chair,
nitting sweater all the day.
Then I start thinking about the old woman.
May her eyes be clear, may her eyes be tough.
Rainy day, cloudy day and windy day.
Lord, please protect her everyday.
That's a dream.
But she must have been a lonely lady.
Thre's a sorrow, there's a silence, there's memory.
So I don't want to leave here.
Setting on the edge, I keep watching the island,
then the sun starts shining.
There's a cliff,
it makes me imaginable so much.
I see the small island still.
An old woman is standing at her kichen,
making her own soup.
All I can see is a field of grass,
endless stone walls, countless sheep.
Rainy day, cloudy day and windy day.
I hope tomorrow will be a sunny day
and again I hope tomorrow will be a sunny day for her.
written on the island called Inisheer, which is one of the island
at Aran Islands, Ireland.
endless stone walls, countless sheep.
Rainy day, cloudy day and windy day,
I hope tomorrow will be a sunny day.
That's a dream.
All I want to do is drink a beer.
More or less, another glass, helpless time.
In the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening,
I hope tomorrow will give me a sunny time.
That's a dream.
But I still really love this land.
Thre's a peace, there's a song, there's a smile.
So I don't want to leave here,
standing on the edge, watching the waves
coming from Atlantic.
And there is a high cliff,
it makes me feel so small.
I see a small island there.
An old woman is sitting on a chair,
nitting sweater all the day.
Then I start thinking about the old woman.
May her eyes be clear, may her eyes be tough.
Rainy day, cloudy day and windy day.
Lord, please protect her everyday.
That's a dream.
But she must have been a lonely lady.
Thre's a sorrow, there's a silence, there's memory.
So I don't want to leave here.
Setting on the edge, I keep watching the island,
then the sun starts shining.
There's a cliff,
it makes me imaginable so much.
I see the small island still.
An old woman is standing at her kichen,
making her own soup.
All I can see is a field of grass,
endless stone walls, countless sheep.
Rainy day, cloudy day and windy day.
I hope tomorrow will be a sunny day
and again I hope tomorrow will be a sunny day for her.
written on the island called Inisheer, which is one of the island
at Aran Islands, Ireland.
