I walked through the hailstones and the merciless wind To where the island disappears and the sea begins It was new year's eve at the mountainside On the winding road that slopes down to where Frankie lies I stood still and stared down at the clay Waiting for sorrow I started to pray Ah but Errigal was wrapped up in brilliant white snow Smoke rose from the turf fires of Bunbeg bungalows I stood before the mountain waiting for sorrow But the waves kept time and I let go Go..... go..... Go..... go..... to where the cool breeze sighs Go..... go..... to where your flute tones rise Go..... go..... to where Errigal's in your eyes We hear your grace notes they fill our nights We miss you too much but it's all right It's all right, it's all right We know you're all right now, Frankie I waited for darkness to torture my mind But the Atlantic waves banged out a rhythm behind I saw his fresh face with that k**er smile The flute up to his lips and in his own style Eyes closed he took me to his wonderland And the waves kept time on the Donegal strand I stood before the mountain waiting for sorrow But the waves kept time and I let go We know you're all right now, Frankie I walked through the hailstones and the merciless wind To where the island disappears and the sea begins...