Celtic woman she’s my friend,
good things she placed in my heart sometimes flow from my pen?
Brick by brick she pulled down the wall of fear
She used them to built a bridge to the land she calls “I care”

Celtic woman hair fiery red I’ve watched her mouth shaping words ‘love’ she softly said? I’m like that moth dancing near the sweet golden flames Weary of the fire weary of the desire in case I’m maimed

Celtic woman she’s a good thing
She’s like the sun that’s rising, making birds sweetly sing
I’ll head out through that scary no man’s land,
to fight my way through to reach the other side then touch her hand?
Celtic woman she’s my friend