Celtic Dreams

(Verse 1) Upon the cliffs where wild winds sigh, The whispers soft, the seabirds' cry, I gaze across the misty sea, To dreams I had and used to be. (Chorus) O, mist of morn, veil my sorrow, Guide me gently to tomorrow. Though past years glow in fading gold, My heart awaits new tales untold. (Verse 2) The waves, they dance in silver light, Reflections of a starry night. And memories drift soft and clear, Yet promise whispers in my ear. (Chorus) O, mist of morn, veil my sorrow, Guide me gently to tomorrow. Though past years glow in fading gold, My heart awaits new tales untold. (Bridge) The old songs linger, gently sway, Yet sunrise calls the night away. Through rolling fog and endless tide, A future bright, I'll not deny. (Chorus) O, mist of morn, veil my sorrow, Guide me gently to tomorrow. Though past years glow in fading gold, My heart awaits new tales untold. (Outro) So here I stand where ocean roars, Between lost dreams and distant shores, With open heart and steadfast gaze, I welcome now the coming days.