It was a similar story, a story of a film
He tough and loud, but she sweet and silent
But as in love, one to the other
And wherever they were, only for display purposes

I take you, I take you, he said to her
In the land of my dreams, I let you go
And you will be enchanting, that you know
If you are on the high Cliffs of Moher, in the fog

In that country, as the song sounds from each house and tavern
Singers and poets whose stories
Since life is often calm, the sea is always rough
While you are at home, even if you come from far

Their future was made, they had many plans
With him I live with her I get old
And Saint Patricksdag has an old priest
They married in the rain, there by the high Cliffs of Moher

In that country, as the song sounds from each house and tavern
Singers and poets whose stories
Since life is often calm, the sea is always rough
While you are at home, even if you come from far

It was a cloud day, very early in the morning
Then he said to his beloved, come give me your hand
Because there is really nothing more beautiful, you believed me
If you start me is at the foot of the cliff

On that path, narrow and smooth, with the sea so close
Was his foot does not hang in there, and a wave took him
In that cold water was that he died
For the purpose of his wife, since the high Cliffs of Moher

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