Old Man Of Hoy

Life times
Never go the way you choose
Feels like they run away from you
High times
When you want it all
Where the cold north wind blows
Close to my mothers heart
From the old town
To the new town
Never stop moving on
Three lie with me
Two lost at sea
One died in Bombay
Life times
Never go the way you choose
Feels like they run away from you