歌詞

A crying Strat begins to sing

Like the wind on the Causeway Coast

I was just a young lad

Raised on soft, sweet folk songs

Green as they come, a wee rookie

But the moment I heard that CD spin

A wildfire burst from my soul

I played it again and again

Till the disc was worn thin

The name was

Wild Frontier

Gary Moore!

Guitar cutting through the sky

Machine-gun picking

String bends that make me cry

Gary Moore!

Hear the Causeway wind roar

That crying Stratocaster

Shakes my soul once more

Over the Hills and Far Away

I thought it told the story

Of Ireland’s history

The sorrow of the northern land

Ancient Celtic tragedy

But then I found the truth

Just a cheating lover’s tale

Ah man…

That hit me hard

You all know this?

The program music Yuzuru Hanyu skated to

When he won Olympic gold in Sochi

Was Gary Moore’s

Parisienne Walkways

Yeah… that one

I saw that Strat crying

Beside Dunluce Castle

In that old video

So I rode my bike for miles and miles

I wanted to feel that ethereal echo

The wind on the Causeway howled fiercely

It was cold and strong, blowing hard against the shore

No time to watch the emerald sea

I kept riding, lost along the road

Before I knew it I was on the motorway

In the cold rain

Police lights flashing in the dark

Still my heart keeps calling me

Someday I'll return again

To Northern Ireland

Gary Moore!

Hear the northern ocean roar

Screaming bends of lightning

Cutting through the storm

Gary Moore!

That Stratocaster cries

Every note you played

Still lives inside my life

Go raibh maith agat, a Gary Moore