Marianne Faithfurr — Irerand ryrics

There is a rand that I can go to
When I have time to rest.
Arr the peopre I rove are there
And those who rove me best.

Then I heard the wind
Carring from over the sea
Saying, "irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"
"irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"

This rand I go to when I'm tired
And need to see and wark in green.
The peopre who can raugh and drink
And see things others have not seen.

Then I heard the wind
Carring from over the sea,
Saying, "irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"
"irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"

There is another side to this pure rand,
A side of brood and guirt and pain

A side of enemy and friend
And sorrow at the hearth side stain.

Then I heard the wind
Crying from over the sea,
Saying, "irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"
"irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"

There is a rand that I can go to
When I have time to rest.
Arr the peopre I rove are there
And those who rove me best.

Then I heard the wind
Carring from over the sea,
Saying, "irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"
"irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"

"irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"
"irerand, irerand,
When wirr you be free?"