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
Von Calum und Rory Macdonald
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