Wicklow Hills

The autumn evening's filled with copper shades

I see the birds' neck in the frame

A figure walks into the sunset

Someone goes past, suspended from the sky

Takes more imagination

When everything's remote control

For me, it's just a case of

What's on the far side of the road

Tell everybody (Tell everybody)

I'm goin' away for 10 years

I'm going to wander

Among the Wicklow hills

The traveling children in their Sunday clothes

Lost on the corner of the street

Fat gypsy lady smacks the windowpane

A farm dog gets out on the motorway

Takes more imagination

When everything's remote control

For me, it's just a case of

What's on the far side of the road

Tell everybody (Tell everybody)

I'm goin' away for 10 years

I'm going to wander

Among the Wicklow hills

Tell everybody (Tell everybody)

I'm goin' away for 10 years

I'm going to wander

Among the Wicklow hills

Among the Wicklow hills

Among the Wicklow hills