I wrote Under an Impression on a Kerry hillside walk one winter. Knockreer was the hill. The song uses some of the aisling tropes of old, though there is no spéirbhean to wake you from your drowsy slumber. Besides the foggy images, the song has a certain sparkle to it. The first line "I was under an impression that right was right and wrong was" (and maybe the song in general) is a melancholic musing with moral relativism. This is the second single from a new album to come entitled "Fire and Foam."
