The Wind Of Keltia

You are a bark floating free in the harbour

you are a phantom ship in high sea

rolling and pitching your way through white water

while slowly dawns the day

great sea is rising whispering freedom

blown by the north wind its song is sure

great sea is rising whispering freedom

blown in The Wind Of Keltia

you are a forest of faces of children

born on the earth and weaned on the sea

faces of granit and faces of angels

hopes carved from wood and steel

great sea is rising whispering freedom

blown by the north wind its song is sure

great sea is rising whispering freedom

blown in The Wind Of Keltia.