by Enya, Cornet by Steve Sidwell



Each time on my leaving home

I run back to my mother's arms,

one last hold and then it's over.



Watching me, you know I cry,

you wave a kiss to say goodbye,

Feel the sky fall down upon me!



All I am,

a child with promises

All I have

are miles full of promises of home.



If only I could stay with you,

my train moves on, you're gone from view,

Now I must wait until it's over.



Days will pass, your words to me,

it seems so long; eternity,

but I must wait until it's over