The druids worshipped golden Fionn five thousand years ago;
They marked his birthday every year in monuments of stone;
And when mid-winter morning sun peeped o’er the rim of gold
It lit the shrine of Newgrange stone right to the very…
Do you remember, darling, the springtime of our years,
The passion, the tensions, the laughter, and some fears?
We planted love together and tended it with care
And we faced into our seasons, uncertain what lay…
Voice 1
I was born with a craving my very first day,
My blood pumped some strange stuff that pushed through my veins;
The doctors did clean it and made me okay
But the demon inside me stayed in me…