I've been wandering around, like a waltzing matilda.
From Fife in the lowlands, to the cliffs of St. Kilda.
Carrying my life, and all that it wills
Appalachia and plains, to the mighty Black Hills.
Trekking so far, exploring the Earth
Miles away, from the place of my birth.

From the land of the Scots, to the land of the Sioux
From familiar homes, to the places so new.
I'm wandering around, with so much to do.
In the land of the Gaels, to the land of Lakota,
I'm slinging around, like a waltzing matilda.

We were both born in the same, ethereal motion.
Endlessly searching for the banks of a distant ocean.

You are the peace of mind that for years, I’ve yearned for.
You are the gentle waves that caress my endless shore.

Sing to me, my love, your swansong song against the skyline.
Embrace me, my dear, so that our stars begin to align.

The sand beneath our feet, and the wind in our hair,
As if you were the answer to my continuous prayer.

If in some beautiful way, you’ve brought what the stars foretold,
Then no one can ever take the spot in my heart that you hold.

And in this life, or in the next, I’ll have you lay forever with me.
When I look at the soul you possess, I see nothing but eternity.

I heard your call, and I immediately ran,
To hold you close, and to hold your hand.

We stand together now, by our sky-blue sea,
With no more angst, our souls forever fly free.

And when you call, I swear I will answer.
And when you sing, I’ll be your dancer.

By all the stars, our dreams will come true.
Upon your whim, I’ll be beside you.

So in this moment, make your wish, my dear,
And whisper your grace, forever, in my ear.

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Chuala mi do ghairm, agus ruith mi sa bhad,
Gus do chumail dlùth, agus do làmh a chumail.

Tha sinn a ’seasamh còmhla a-nis, ri taobh na mara speur-ghorm againn,
Leis nach eil barrachd angst ann, bidh ar n-anaman gu bràth a ’sgèith an-asgaidh.

Agus nuair a dh ’iarras tu, tha mi a’ mionnachadh gum freagair mi.
Agus nuair a bhios tu a ’seinn, bidh mi nam dannsair agad.

Leis na reultan air fad, thig ar aislingean gu buil.
Air do chuim, bidh mi ri do thaobh.

Mar sin anns an àm seo, dèan do mhiann, a ghràidh,
Agus seinn do ghràs, gu bràth, na mo chluasan

For too long I've kneeled in the tragedy of this forest floor.
My barren skin, representing the ages of perceived insignificance.
I'd ask this sacred to give me my strength, if only once more
Before I forget who I am and become yet another agent of pestilence.
The truth is revealing itself, and we are in the aftergloom.
Like prey, we're endlessly approaching the darkest of funeral moons.
The preachers promise us blissful, eternal life after death
Yet they cherish nothing of Earth in the very same breath.
Every step further is a step walking on eminent fields of grief.
I pray the spirits to take me away, peacefully, to the golden sleep.
My last hope for man is to ask forgiveness for all they've sinned
Before the light takes us, and we feel the last sigh of the funeral wind.

I watched you dancing in the sunset, on an ocean shore made for an angel.
You danced like it was your happiest day, without the emotions so painful.

Like a ghost in my arms, I felt you slowly fade away into the far-plane.
With every second passing, you melted away, and only your memories remain.

And now I walk along the empty shores where our love would frolic and sing,
But that has left us both, and flown away with you on your broken wing.

I'm now condemned to walk this shore alone, without your accompanying guidance,
And I'm forever haunted by your ghost who wanders this ocean of endless silence.