Running
round the scared mountain
The rushing stream
Feel the power
In
everything
By the water, where the air is clear
Surrender
everything
Old hearts grow younger again
They promise
bring
The greenest plants are tender
They´re full of sap
in spring
Empty the places of the mind
Running to the
light
Running to the light
Those who stride too far too
soon
Will not hold pace
Only the calm
Will win the
race
Through the forest, the sea of mountain pine
Surrender
everything
Only those who
Greatness see in little
things
Worthy are the simple
They´re happy in their
ways
Self will wither out of sight
Running to the light
Running
to the light
Arise soul
Soar above the singing river
Go
lying down
Into the ground
Quickened by the stream
When all
is said and done
The race moves on
Running, running
Von Calum und Rory Macdonald
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