Among the Wicklow Hills - Daniel O'Donnell

The autumn evening filled with copper shades

I see the birds neck in the frame

A figure walks into the sunset

Someone goes past suspended from the sky.

Takes more imagination

When everything’s remote control

For me it’s just a case of

What’s on the far side of the road

Tell everybody I’m going away for ten years

I’m going to wander among the Wicklow Hills.

The travelling children in their Sunday clothes

Lost on the corner of the street

Fat gypsy lady smacks the window pane

A farm dog gets out on the motorway.

Takes more imagination

When everything’s remote control

For me it’s just a case of

What’s on the far side of the road

Tell everybody I’m going away for ten years

I’m going to wander among the Wicklow Hills…