Alan Stivell – Letras de To The Isles Of Glass

Near or far, you are my obsession
Granite sugar, heather son and juice
Drinking from your hills deep in hidden woods

As a kid I didn't get the chance to live on the lands of my fathers
So long ago they died

Day and night, Brittany haunted my every thoughts
Vas not my love for her crazy ?
The day light of rainy seas, nothing could delight me better
Everything submersed in blue-green

When I was home again, I trembled and cried
Everything Iooked magical, it was my idea of paradise
My mother's soft velvet cheek and simple tears of joy.

Refrain :
Saint-Brieuc, Quimper, Nantes and Rennes,
Everywhere everything, blue-green,
Moors and lakes, shores and water-sides,
To the isles of glass.