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.
EnyaI do a so-called trip into myself: I sit down at the piano and the melody might start to evolve from my playing or then I might start to sing it.
Enya