Nothing for me But an empty heart below a rising sun Nothing to dream In this land where much is fought, but nothing won
If I stay here, I will die inside I need a place where I can run and I can hide
Last night I dreamed of a land of open space and stormy sea The rain and wind woke me from the stupor I've been in
At last the chains begin to fall away I've found a place where I can live and I can stay
In my dream, a song has come My heart beating on a celtic drum From a poet's joyful hand From Ireland's ancient land
From the sea, the spirits rise To the sand on a silver tide As the music makes me whole Celtic drum is in my soul
She came to me just a little while and then she's gone Mystical sea grows wilder as the drum keeps beating on
In her touch, I could feel the drum In her kiss, our two souls could be one
In my dream, a song has come My heart beating on a celtic drum From a poet's joyful hand From Ireland's ancient land
From the sea, the spirits rise To the sand on a silver tide As the music makes me whole Celtic drum is in my soul Fill my heart with your drum, give me soul
Nothing for me, But an empty heart below a rising sun Sleep fades away, Still the drum is beating, I must go...