Transatlantic (feat. Kris Drever)
Aoife O'Donovan
You fell asleep with your head down
I fell asleep saying please
The banjos and fiddles played breakdowns
And we slept like babies
Out in the barroom you sang songs
Songs from another time
And when you got the words wrong
I woke up and sang your lines
You take the high road - and I'll take the low road
I'll get there before you
We'll make it to Scotland
Or have we forgotten what we're going there for?
You fell in love with your hands out
Your hands made a peace sign
So I fell apart when you pulled out
We ought to try, to try
Everything's broken around me
The heather dies when I pass
The sky looks like a foundry
Where my heart is metal cast
You take the high road - and I'll take the low road
I'll get there before you
We'll make it to Scotland
Or have we forgotten what we're going there for?
I'll swim 'cross the coldest sea
In a transatlantic reverie
Just to see your face when I wash up
On the barren shores of Skye
Then to the lowlands we'll fly
Take my hand, walk side by side
Side by side
Jamie, try me
Pour me another I'm dry
Hold on to whatever will be
And we'll raise our glasses high
You take the high road - and I'll take the low road
I'll get there before you
We'll make it to Scotland
Or have we forgotten what we're going there for?