Sitting here on the ledge of a hill looking down at the valley
and up again the winding roads thinking how it could have been.

In complete stillness I sit here watching all the birds ralley
fate they told me comes in threes which remains to be seen.

For now the sun shines and is keeping away the rain
my heart still bleeds but its lessens day by day the pain.

Soon its time to leave the hill to cross again the waters
to find the one I promised of my coming every three quarters.

He lives between the rugged land and sea
and unbeknown to him he is the one I want to be.