We stood
in the moonlight and the river flowed
And God walked through the
garden
A mist came falling down to the ground
I watched it all
with no obligation
This is your sister, this is your
brother
This is your mother, not somebody's dream
And all our
lifetimes drifted throught the trees
To that place of moments
where all was certain
Travellers on an olden road
With all
the baggage of our days and years
We're life's carriers to the
next unborn
And I'll carry you
Till this great race is over
We
stood in the garden
And the river flowed....
Von Calum und Rory Macdonald
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