The Wind of Keltia
(Keltia: The Celtic World)
You are the bog floating free in the harbour,
You are the land-turned ship at high sea,
Rolling and pitching your way through white water: Wind slowly thence the day.
Great seas rising whispering freedom,
Blown by the northwind, it soon'll be here.
Great seas rising whispering freedom,
Breathing the wind of Keltia.
You are the foam and the faces of children
Born on the earth and wind and the sea,
Faces of granite and faces of angels,
Hopes carved from wood and steel.
Great seas rising whispering freedom,
Blown by the northwind, it soon'll be sure.
Great seas rising whispering freedom,
Breathing the wind of Keltia.
Alain Stivell