No more pretending No mre deny When the sun goes down Will I know who wears the crown
No more deceiving No more grieving When the sun goes down Will I know who wears the crown
There you stood in front of me Dressed in glory White to see Spell-bound on the deep blue skies Created on high
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi Nach aoibhinn an radharc Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi Nach aoibhinn an radharc Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi
Travel on a journey task Expedition Breathless mask Vision seen with glaring eyes On top of the world Trace the footsteps gone before
Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi Nach aoibhinn an radharc Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi Nach aoibhinn an radharc Mo bheannacht duit o mo croi