Turlough
Here comes the flood
The beat of rain in the dark,
Here comes the water,
Streams of pain make their mark.
A shoreline appears,
From the stone come angry waves,
A sinking in tears,
Of moments that nobody saves…
Turlough
Here comes the flood
The beat of rain in the dark,
Here comes the water,
Streams of pain make their mark.
A shoreline appears,
From the stone come angry waves,
A sinking in tears,
Of moments that nobody saves…