I'll be gone in the grey winter sun River tied to oblivion I don't have to hate anyone Eight hundred miles to run Eight hundred miles to run Hidden lines and broken trust I will go where I think I must Empty towns, they scatter like dust Eight hundred miles of rust Eight hundred miles of rust ♪ I will have, but one thing to do Dark anthill will be long out of view All is gone, I thought would last Eight hundred miles to pass Eight hundred miles to pass ♪ The loneliness of a long distant soul Torn apart on the Cambria shores The winter sun is in the ocean's hold Eight hundred miles of gold Eight hundred miles of gold