Connemara Stone Company Wild West Wind
While the wild west wind is whistling
and years of youth did shate away
while autumn leaves are gently falling
theré's no more reason left to stay.
While the wild west wind is whistling
the cloudy sky is dark and grey.
I hear mysterious voices calling
uncounted bills are left to pay.
Walking on roads leading to nowhere
looking here and searching there.
There's no guard, there's no guide
There's no one by my side
While the wild west wind is whistling
cruel nightmares on my mind.
And when protecting walls are falling
the mental gale will make me blind
While the wild west wind is whistling
through a valley bright and grey.
I'm tired the whole days walking
I don't know if I'd like to stay.
Walking on roads leading to nowhere
looking here and searching there.
There's no guard, there's no guide
There's no one by my side
While the wild west wind is whistling
through a silent, lonely night
and the lighthouse fire is shining
is there someone by my side?
Walking on roads leading to nowhere
looking here and searching there.
There's no guard, there's no guide
There's no one by my side
