Paroles de Newgrange

There is a place on the east Mysterious ring, a magical ring of stones The druids have lived here once they said Forgotten is the race that no-one knows Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó The circled tomb of a different age Secret lines carved on ancient stone Heroic Kings laid down to rest Forgotten is the race that no-one knows Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó Waiting for the sun on a winter's day And a beam of light shines across the floor Mysterious ring, a magical ring But forgotten is the race that no-one knows Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó Rum de Rum 'rud a deirim ó