In our troubled times,
we simply hide away
Dream of the one we'd love to see at the end of day
Solitary winter,
chill me no more
I dream an angel by the western seashore
Kiera,
Kiera Kiera,
Kiera
There is an angel I would like to know
I sing and dream her face lying on my pillow
I kissed her one day in the cool of Bridget's well
My heart beat crystal clear like a church bell
Kiera,
Kiera Kiera,
Kiera
I can hear the winter coming and knocking on my door
I dream an angel by the western seashore
Kiera,
Kiera Kiera,
Kiera Kiera,
Kiera
