Donegal Breeze - Mary Black

With your dark hair in the Donegal breeze

Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground

But, there’s madness in the sycamore trees

And there’s no salvation to be found

Right now the only thing that my mind ever holds

Are long dark silences or screaming that explodes

Burning rocking beds with visions of a land

Long dark tunnels, questions and calm

But, with you, you know I have no doubts

And fear will have no sting

With your brilliant eyes and your lost and broken wing

My head upon your shoulder as you take me in your arms

Continents will crumble, we will find no harm

With your dark hair in the Donegal breeze

Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground

But, there’s madness in the sycamore trees

And there’s no salvation to be found

Well I’ll brace myself against the dark, endeavour to go on

No matter how long it takes, and even though I might be wrong

And I will ask a little favour of whatever God I find

And I will come back for you darling, when I find some peace of mind

Well I don’t know about tomorrow, it will be here and gone

I don’t know about tonight, it’ll be too long

Sometimes I think I’m dying, and I don’t care how

All I know is that I want you, and I want you here and now

With your dark hair in the Donegal breeze

Bringing me softly and sweetly to the ground

But, there’s madness in the sycamore trees

And there’s no salvation to be found