Tuomas Holopainen все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

To be rich is to still remember
To treasure your first dime
To have a chance to say farewell

Story of your life
Time of solitude and strife
Freedom of the northern road
Hoping many miles to go

The final frontier
Of utter solitude
Of wilderness untamed

Into White Agony Creek
The cradle of new hope
Many the spring thaws from home

"I remember it as if it was yestarday.
My papa took me to see the ancentral home of our clan.
The desoldate castle on Dismal Downs, abandoned since the 17th centry,
Now inhabited by no-one but golden eagles in it's turrets and
Ptarmigan & grouse in the heather o'the clan cemetery.
In this sight of former glory, of ochre grass and bracken,
Sadness and hope, this is where I begin my story.
Rannoch moor, 1877, the eve of my 10th birthday..."

Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have some verse to pour
This wonder of life has led me back home
Like a poet of Scotland once scribed:

Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill

There's gold, and it's haunting and haunting
it's luring me on as of old!
Yet it isn't the gold that I'm wanting so much
as just finding the gold

It's the great, big, broad land way up yonder!
The great, broad land way up yonder!
Haunting him as of old