Ancient Town - Maire Brennan

No place to hide dreams

In crying faces

Nowhere to turn to

In Ancient Town

No names to follow

Some empty stations

No one remembers

This Ancient Town

No trees to shelter

A night for sleeping

No love to silence

In Ancient Town

No voice confesses

The heart is broken

No time tomorrow

In Ancient Town

Seantithe briste bearnacha

(The ruins of old houses)

No street to find you

Just falling circles

No way to answer

For Ancient Town

No road to guide me

The signs are drowning

No way to trouble

This Ancient Town