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 firey 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 incase I'm mamed.

Celtic woman shes a good thing
she's like the sun thats is rising making the birds sweetly sing.
I'll head out through that scary no mans land
to fight my way through to reach the other side then touch her hand
Celtic woman she's my friend.

Lyrics by Davyd Homan