The winds on the hills call my name
My spirit is searching wild and untamed
I raise my arms high and encircle the sky
Let the wind lift me and raise my body up high
I look to the crashing waves and broken rock
I hear the bleating of far off sheep in the stock
I wrap my shawl around me to fight off the chill
As I head towards the ruin of the castle on the hill
The stone holds the coldness of it's many years
I run one hand upon it the other wipes away my tears
The rough wind whips my hair upon my salty face
It's been so long since my soul has stood in this place
A thousand lives stories could be told
It's the many secrets these old stones hold
I close my eyes as they filter through my head
Take me back my soul cries I leave the words unsaid
He stands there before me
Like soldiers of old
His breathe warm on my Cheek worth more than gold
No longer does the wind whip through a ruin
I have returned to Cal Ne Ra Duin!