I took the road from Candacraig
to the Western Isles
down into Comway Bay
I took the road through hearthered hills
put my arms around
the land that would hount me still
I took the road from Candaraig
to the Irish Sea
down to my mothers 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
All those bridges we burn
that make life so beautiful
They're childhood
sunny days, rainy days
I took the road from Candacraig
to the Western Isles
down into Comway Bay
I took the road through heathered hills
and at last I cired
Ancient land you own me still