Big Sky کے بول

The light is on me All time is here I'm going down to Clachan To stem the rush of years Big sky above me Powerlines overhead I get lifted up enraptured I keep falling at your feet I'm looking over colourfields Past the white sands And our human years And it's all waiting here Breaking the seed It's coming again Gathering the wind Returning to claim a harvest I'm lifted where I stand On the never-ending land I'm coming to a sense of home Wind through the barley Your early dream A rising choir of birdsong Your fields of summer green It's all passing over I've no complaints We're just a row of unlit candles Waiting at the gate of saints I'm living on the borderline Between the moment And the shining miles The far stretching stones All the lines of the sown It's coming again Gathering the wind Returning to claim a harvest I'm lifted where I stand On the never-ending land I'm coming to a sense of home The light of ancient shine On your ordinary lives We joyed went to the fires of harvest So open up the land Open up the sand Returning again in Clachan