The mist has cleared from Muckish Hill
   Our parting coming nearer
   The last embrace, the final touch
   With nothing more to say
   Nothing more to say
   As silence fell around the bridge
   Not a single word was spoken
   A bitter breeze, a lonely stream
   Echoed through the glen
   Echoed through the glen
  
   Droichead na ndeor
   Agus droichead na gcaointe
   Droichead na gcaointe
   Agus droichead na ndeor
  
   Ochón 's ó
  
   Memories fade with passing age
   In forlorn hope we wait for
   Distant hills still haunt us now
   Until the end of time
   Until the end of time
  
   Droichead na ndeor
   Agus droichead na gcaointe
   Droichead na gcaointe
   Agus droichead na ndeor
   Droichead na ndeor
   Agus droichead na gcaointe
   Droichead na gcaointe
   Agus droichead na ndeor