Amhrán Duit
The road now leads onward as far as can be,
Winding lanes, and hedgerows in threes
By purple mountains and round every bend all roads lead to you
There is no journey’s end.
Here is my heart and I give it to you,
Take me with you across this land,
These are my dreams, so simple and few
Dreams we hold in the palm of our hands.

Katie Cruel
If I was where I would be,
Then I would be where I am not,
Here I am where I must be
Where I would be I can not.

I Talk to the Wind
You don’t possess me
Don’t impress me
Just upset my mind
Can’t instruct me or conduct me
Just use up my time
I talk to the wind
My words are all carried away
I talk to the wind
The wind does not hear
The wind cannot hear.