The mist has cleared from Muckish Hill   Our parting coming nearer      The last embarace, the final touch   With nothing more to say      Nothing more to say   As silence fell around the bridge      Not a single word was spoken   A bitter breeze, a lonely stream      Echoed through the glen   Echoed through the glen      Droichead na ndeor   Agus droichead na gcaointe      Droichead na gcaointe   Agus droichead na ndeor      Memories fade with passing age   In forlorn hope we wait for      Dostant hills still haunt us now   Until the end of time      Until the end of time   Droichead na ndeor      Agus droichead na gcaointe   Droichead na gcaointe      Agus droichead na ndeor   Droichead na ndeor      Agus droichead na gcaointe   Droichead na gcaointe      Agus droichead na ndeor