duan i ndiaidh duain duit
im' shuí go maidin ag scríobh
phléasc an chamhaoir tríd an bhfuinneog dín
chonac nach raibh faic scríofa agam ...
cumhracht na rós bhfiáin
burning the midnight oil
writing song after song for You
dawn broke through the skylight
i saw I had written nothing . . .
scent of wild roses
