Mist rolls over valleys I’ll never see again, The stones remember footsteps I cannot trace. I reach through fog for what has long been, A lost horizon I can never embrace. The wind carries voices, echoes soft and thin, And I fold myself into the place I’ve been. Cobbled paths vanish under memory’s sway, Old houses breathing secrets through their walls. I yearn for laughter in a fading day, The hearth I left behind still softly calls. I clutch at shadows that dissolve in mist, And taste the grief I cannot resist. I am tethered to a world I’ll never hold, And mourn the warmth that slipped through my cold. Hiraeth my heart wanders where the rivers bend, Hiraeth the home I lost before I knew, I chase the echoes down roads that have no end, Hiraeth still calling me to you. The fog wraps tightly ‘round the hills I knew, Every turn reminds me of the place I mourn. Your face reflected in a sky of muted blue, I ache for mornings I’ll never return. I trace the stones with fingers worn and pale, And let my memory drift like a sail. I am tethered to a world I’ll never hold, And mourn the warmth that slipped through my cold. Hiraeth my heart wanders where the rivers bend, Hiraeth the home I lost before I knew, I chase the echoes down roads that have no end, Hiraeth still calling me to you. I scream for the hills that vanish in the dawn! I claw at the fog, the stones, the past Hiraeth drags me through the empty streets, And I will never arrive, Never arrive, Never arrive!
