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Taking shelter by the standing stones miles from all that moves
Breathing solitude, seeking confidence a gift to me
Feeling spirits never far removed passing over me
And I greet them with open arms
Hand fighting hand
As you turn to a man of two worlds
Taobh ri taobh tha sinn mar aon de dha shaobhail
Do lambh nam lambh gabhal aithne air leim a ghablh
Reading passages of ancient rhyme cut so deep so old
Telling tales of travelers and mystery
Hearing spirits never far removed calling out aloud
When the time comes they'll talk to me
Hand fighting hand
As you turn to a man of two worlds
Taobh ri taobh tha sinn mar aon de dha shaobhail
Do lambh nam lambh gabhal aithne air leim a ghablh
Hand fighting hand
As you turn to a man of two worlds
Feel a presence moving into me
Painting pictures with its words
Ooh, seeing places that I've never seen
Like a door thrown open on a life I've lived before
Taobh ri taobh tha sinn mar aon de dha shaobhail
Do lambh nam lambh gabhal aithne air leim a ghablh
Mar e shealbhaichis mi an tiodhlac seo ahonisa
S mo lambh n'ad lambh smuainich air na tireauu ceinne
S mi deaunabh gardochas da raire
HATA BİLDİR
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