Lyra (Ta Muid)

I fear we have no time
Our hearts entwined
Our lives resigned to
Desperate measures of despair

I need to steal away
To where the grey
Cannot take hold, but
Return us to the tranquil greens of old

Ta muid
Gan am anois is eagle liom
Ar gcroi the snaidhmthe
Gan romhainn inar mbeatha
Ach eadochas domhain do laigheasta

Tam witch
Gan armanesh iss argle om
Air grey hass nigh de huh
Gan rowin in a may huh
Ach ennaheth doin de lai heth ta