Music Is Like A Mirror In Front

The Bright Days Of My Youththey Were Full Of Hopethe Great Journey That Was Before Me Thenwas What Was Destined To Be, Bye Bye.now I'm Sorrowful,the Day Is Long Past.alas And Woe, Oh.

Writing Every Song Is A Little Journey. The First Note Has To Lift You.

The Moon Upon The Ocean Is Swept Around In Motion, But Without Ever Knowing.

My First Language Is Gaelic.

Hope Has A Place In A Lover's Heart.