I was a young lad, so sprightly and green
And wrapped in garments appealing
But I had my woes, sure I was dealt my hand
And the nature of those is revealing

So I said to myself: I'll go away
To the city, when I'm older
Take my share, abbey-o
(Dimme dime a-duin day!)
Sow my city of care when I'm older

I went by the road, and sold a lot of corn
Bought the houses, and rented a chamber
But to my surprise, when the morning hit me dim
I woke up to find another stranger

And I said to myself: I'll go away
To the city, when I'm older
Take my share, totter down
(Dimme dime a-duin day!)
Sow my city of care when I'm older

Rogue plotters seek my fortune to keep
And hollowed out walls to plunder
But a spot of that bread, to rest my weary head
Sure it never has caused me to wonder

And to myself I say: I will go away
To the city, when I'm older
Take my share, until then
(Dimme dime a-duin day!)
Sow my city of care when I'm older

Die verwoesting van die velede loop uit in die hede.
Hier waar als tot rus kom met die lug wat soos 'n skarlakenrooi duin al *** stywer smeul, met die spanning klop in harmonie met die donker kol in my hart wat die toekoms verniel. Die bloedsaar le rooi op die horison soos 'n verlore asempie van 'n kind en die gefluister van die wind begin praat in die dieptes.
Die verwoesting le in die rooi lug soos 'n sluier...

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!

Staring at loch an Duin's dark rippled waters
The water lapping against rocks older than time itself
Waters eroding steadfast granite
As separated from you the hole within me grows daily
Heartbeats keeping rhythm with the waters...
Repeating her name,
glistening, shimmering on reeds tears on eyelashes mourning her absence.
And the clouds scurry by.....
carry my words of desire on your zephyr wings  
And gently lay them at her feet.
So she'll know I am with her....