Nothing for me But an empty heart below a rising sun Nothing to dream In this land where much is fought, but nothing won If I stay here, I will die inside I need a place where I can run and I can hide Last night I dreamed Of a land of open space and stormy sea The rain and wind Woke me from the stupor I've been in At last the chains begin to fall away I've found a place where I can live and I can stay In my dream, a song has come My heart beating on a celtic drum From a poet's joyful hand From Ireland's ancient land From the sea, the spirits rise To the sand on a silver tide As the music makes me whole Celtic drum is in my soul She came to me Just a little while and then she's gone Mystical sea Grows wilder as the drum keeps beating on In her touch, I could feel the drum In her kiss, our two souls could be one In my dream, a song has come My heart beating on a celtic drum From a poet's joyful hand From Ireland's ancient land From the sea, the spirits rise To the sand on a silver tide As the music makes me whole Celtic drum is in my soul Fill my heart with your drum, give me soul Nothing for me, But an empty heart below a rising sun Sleep fades away, Still the drum is beating, I must go