It's...

 
..Time to fly,
time to touch the sky......

The Soft Goodbye

Celtic Woman

When the light begins to fade,

And shadows fall across the sea,

One bright star in the evening sky,

Your love's light leads me on my way.

There's a dream that will not sleep,

A burning hope that will not die.

So I must go now with the wind,

And leave you waiting on the tide.

Time to fly, time to touch the sky.

One voice alone - a haunting cry.

One song, one star burning bright,

Let it carry me through darkest night.

Rain comes over the grey hills,

And on the air, a soft goodbye.

Hear the song that I sing to you,

When the time has come to fly.

When I leave and take the wing,

And find the land that fate will bring,

The brightest star in the evening sky,

(Is your love far from me)

Is your love waiting far for me.

(oh) Is your love waiting far from me.

The last....

Rose of Summer

Celtic Woman

'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone

All her lovely companions are faded and gone

No flower of her kindred, no rosebud is nigh

To reflect back her blushes and give sigh for sigh

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one, to pine on the stem

Since the lovely are sleeping, go sleep thou with them

Thus kindly I scatter thy leaves o'er the bed

Where thy mates of the garden lie scentless and dead

So soon may I follow when friendships decay

And from love's shining circle the gems drop away

When true hearts lie withered and fond ones are flown

Oh who would inhabit this bleak world alone?

This bleak world alone

Come le nuvole che volano.....

Nella Fantasia

Celtic Woman

Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo giusto,

Li tutti vivono in pace e in onestà.

Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,

Come le nuvole che volano,

Pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima.

Nella fantasia io vedo un mondo chiaro,

Li anche la notte è meno oscura.

Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,

Come le nuvole che volano,

Pien' d'umanità.

Nella fantasia esiste un vento caldo,

Che soffia sulle città, come amico.

Io sogno d'anime che sono sempre libere,

Come le nuvole che volano,

Pien' d'umanità in fondo all'anima

Gabriel's Oboe
Ennio Morricone