Among the Wicklow Hills

This is a song I've been listening to quite a bit lately. It's written by Pierce Turner and, at least the version I know, is sung by Christy Moore. A song about getting away from it all, the complications of life, the world we've created that stagnates creativity. Here are the lyrics:

Among The Wicklow Hills
Written by Pierce Turner

The autumn evenings filled with copper shades
I see the birds' neck in the frame
A figure walks into the sunset
Someone goes past suspended from the sky

Takes more imagination
When everything's remote control
For me it's just a case of
What's on the far side of the road

Tell everybody
I'm going away for ten years
I'm going to wander
Among the Wicklow hills

The travelling children in their Sunday clothes
Lost on the corner of the Street
Fat gypsy lady smacks the windowpane
A farm dog gets out on the motorway

Takes more imagination
When everything's remote control
For me it's just a case of
What's on the far side of the road

Tell everybody
I'm going away for ten years
I'm going to wander
Among the Wicklow hills

Here is a video of "Among the Wicklow Hills" I recorded recently: