Peregrine Fly Songtext

In the golden light of a brilliant sun,
From this town we'll turn to the hills we'll run,
Where the grass grows high and the peregrine fly
Where the mountain hare and the heart runs wild,
The heart runs wild,

From the old tin mine we will follow the line,
Where the railway ran once upon a time,
In the evening sun where the shadows grow long,
The wind will sing us the strangest song,