I took the road from Candacraig
To the Western Isles

Down into Conway Bay
I took the road through Heathered Hills

Put my arms around

The land that would haunt me still
I took the road from Candacraig

To the Irish Sea

Down to my mother’s grave
I took the road, through childhood times

Put my arms around

The girl who was always mine

And the bridges we burn

They make life so beautiful
They’re the places we yearn for

When we’re so far away
All those bridges we burn

That make life so beautiful

’Theyre childhood

Sunny days, rainy days…

I took the road from
Candacraig

To the Western Isles

Down into Conway Bay

I took the road

Through Heathered Hills

And at last I cried…

Ancient land you own me still