Angus Og

Angus Og

Six months he hasn't come to me
Angus has come and gone
In the mirror of the blue lake
My spirit has become a white swan
Chains of gold hold me to the cruel
Seasons that push me on
But when the sun went down
I heard Angus Og
Calling my name through the night
I met him on the shore
And together we soar
Upward with delight
Angus Og
Always young
With eternal wings of light