Conway Bay

I took the road from Kendal Craig
To the Western Isles, down into Conway Bay
I took the road through heathered hills
Put my arms around the land that would haunt me still
I took the road from Kendal Craig
To the Irish Sea, down to my mother's grave
I took the road through childhood times
Put my arms around the girl who was always mine
And the bridges we burn
They make life so beautiful
They're the places we yearn for
When we're so far away
Oh, those bridges we burn
That make life so beautiful
The childhood sunny days, rainy days
So I took the road from Kendal Craig
To the Western Isles, down into Conway Bay
I took the road through heathered hills
And at last I cried
"Ancient land, you own me still"