Ye move swiftly as ye haste ter yer cold shore.
Ter stand before the ocean, waiting fer yer long-lost lover.

''How i miss yer sweet tender embrace when it is cold in the morning.
Such a radiant smile to brighten me days'' ye sing.

Yer hills answer in a thankful prayer.
Across the land ye walk alone like a rover.
O woman had yer lover stayed...
Had yer pledge been said...

Lonely and hurt as ye be.
Frozen dew and foggy hills ye see.
Waitin' ter never see him.
Watchin' those boats in a distant dim.

By yer river, before the dead blackening trees, alone ye linger.
Still yer hair radiant, though quiver.
Empty yer heart, cold yer face.
Across the shore i see yer every saddened pace.

I came ter catch yer every tear.
Pity will not hamper me, nor will me fear.
Woman green the hills far away.
Ye nay glad yet have much ter say.

Unto him far ye walked, longing ter his eyes ter look deep.
Ay sweet touch as it is, will seep.
Come behold his light o'er the ocean.
Soft ter touch yer heart, when the storm is mean.

You are staring at me.
You have a present in your hands.
I smile as i kiss you gently.
Then you hand me the present.
I start to unwrap it curiously.
What could be more perfect than a present from the one you love on christmas day?

To my surprise, i find a picture inside a little blue box.
It is a picture of you and me 77 years ago when we were having a christmas vacation in Edinburgh.

We were so young and happy.
Your hair was still red as could be.

I smile again as i kiss you and caress your greying hair.
We have been through many christmases together.
How many christmases do we have left to celebrate till we get too old?  

I do not care...
All i know is this moment now.
This christmas with you...

Then i kiss you again just like i did many years ago in Edinburgh, on christmas Day.

There was a tree by the river.
There he used to stand alone like a rover.
Touching the water with such a longing.
Emitting his true love and feelings.

Last leaves of autumn were falling.
And my father breathed the sweetness of the air as he swaggered along the river.
He said his grace as snow began falling.
Like a million stars of silver.

I found his footprints in the snow.
I followed him among the blackening trees into the forest.
I saw him standing there by the water and i had always known.
Among these trees, by the river he wanted to rest.

He turned around and stared at me for a while.
He walked closer toward me and smiled.
I felt happy as if i had caught a hare with my own hands.
He carried me on his shoulder as he ran.

I felt his hair on my face.
I felt his heartbeat as we raced.
I felt such a child's whim.
I felt myself in him.

Across the water, away from here.
I had left my heart on the green.
Only sound of your shore i hear.
A glimpse of your waters i have seen.

In Belfast Old McCarthy sang his sad songs.
To lovers who had been waiting so long.
He walked on that long road down the hill to the sea.
He danced his songs away for us to see.

Carrickfergus, this longing i can not bear any longer.
In another town i sing like a lonely rover.
O ocean breeze fly me home i sing.
I miss to dance a fling.

My heart thumps like the sound of a bodhran.
Across the ocean my songs span this  flood of longing.
Before God and men alone i stand.
Serving you is my true calling.

I want to come home to see her.
Her hair radiant beneath the sun.
My love and songs i want to share.
Across the hills to her i will run.

Today i found some footprints.
I followed them to my surprise.
And they led me into a forest.
As it got darker i felt more thrilled.
I was about to find something.

Then i saw you there.
Standing by a river among the silhouette of the trees.
Your hair radiant beneath the sun.
Leaves falling as the trees moved so restlessly.

You turned around and looked into my eyes.

What are you doing?
What have you done?

Why are the trees moving like that?
Their branches are reaching out like tapering black hands.

You walked closer toward me.
Your blue eyes were shining otherworldly.
Leaves were flying around in a swirl of colours.

You pointed your finger at me.
And i could feel something in me changing.
Bright lights coming out of me as i was growing stranger and senseless.
I felt like i was flying round in the heart of the fog.
I looked down and i saw you staring at me.

I could see my reflection in the water.
I could see another soul of the forest.
I could see a tree with its leaves flapping restlessly in the breeze.

You touched my trunk deeply and leant on me.
My leaves moved weakly as i felt your naked skin against my bark.
I felt my roots  threading their way deeper into the earth.

Then suddenly i felt nothing at all.
Nothing but the cold breeze swirling through my leaves.
For i would stand here in the heart of the forest for the rest of my life.

You wandered alone in the rain.
I called out to you in vain.
I held the cold air alone in pain.
On your cold empty bed i had lain.

I saw you today when i looked into the mirror.
You were my handsome rover.

I felt your heart beat when i put my hand on my chest.
In everlasting greens forever you will rest.

I sense your presence whenever i walk myself to your hills.
As the world emits your spirit i know i feel.
Your green eyes dwell on the banks where the country lovers climb to pick flowers.
Your song echoes forever in the hearts of lonely rovers.

I miss that long road down the hill to the sea.
There you swaggered the morning away for me to see.
So dreamy and radiant like a precious gem.
To those trees by the water that bloomed as you sang to them.

My Father...
My Rover...
My Saviour...

Everybody has their own taste of freedom.
Mine is really simple like a comfy couch in a clean white room.
I move my body as i breathe the air and that is the essence of my life.
To live and feel alive.

There is no such thing as high art politic.
I pick my own fruits of value and mix them together in a glass of elaboration.
Having rotten fruits is the worst conflict.
Originality sums it all up and is the very most important foundation.

Once my fruit cocktail is done i give it a taste very slowly.
Each of the fruits has its own unique taste surely.
Your tongue and heart have got the freedom to judge and to comprehend.
No time for you to pretend.

So raise your own glasses high in the air
As everyday people have one thing in common to share.
And feel the pride of your humanity.
In the name of pure equality.