Wicklow Hills

The autumn evenings filled with copper shades

I see the birds' neck in the frame

A figure walks into the sunset

Someone goes past suspended from the sky



Takes more imagination

When everything's remote control

For me it's just a case of

What's on the far side of the road



Tell everybody

I'm going away for ten years

I'm going to wander

Among the Wicklow hills



The travelling children in their Sunday clothes

Lost on the corner of the Street

Fat gypsy lady smacks the windowpane

A farm dog gets out on the motorway



Takes more imagination

When everything's remote control

For me it's just a case of

What's on the far side of the road



Tell everybody

I'm going away for ten years

I'm going to wander

Among the Wicklow hills