Grian ag dul faoi
Tá sé ag súil
Le radharc ar a thriall
Soir leis ón gcathair
Is síos leis san uaimh
Sa tóir ar mháistir
Nó daor atá uaidh.
Tamall ó Londain
Jacomo saor
Iompraíonn a bhuairt
An mhuir 'na caor
Sa tóir ar a bheatha
Sa tóir ar an bhfód
Sa tóir ar an eachtra
Nár insíodh fós
Tamall ó chomhrá
Gan éinne 'r fáil,
Níor mhaith leo a bheith
'Na n-aonaráin
Tamall ag teastáil
Chun éalú ar fad
Tamall lán iontais
Is tamall i ngad
Eitlíonn Jeremy
Grian ag dul faoi
Tá sé ag súil
Le radharc ar a thriall
Soir leis ón gcathair
Is síos leis san uaimh
Sa tóir ar mháistir
Nó daor atá uaidh.
THREE HOURS
Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known
Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep
The sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave
Three hours from London
Jacomo's free
Taking his woes
Down to the sea
In search of a lifetime
To tell when he's home
In search of a story
That's never been known
Three hours from speaking
Everyone's flown
Not wanting to be
Seen on their own
Three hours is needed
To leave from them all
Three hours to wonder
And three hours to fall
Three hours from sundown
Jeremy flies
Hoping to keep the sun from his eyes
East from the city
And down to the cave
In search of a master
In search of a slave
