On a long dark loch On a Uist moor Before the winter turned We watched the circle round the moon And the storm clouds gather round So I turned to you But you were gone So I turned for home alone Over last year's rotting corn I walked Where the harvest winds had blown
The Blinding Lines Have turned away Shadows from your door And my worn heart Is young today This darkest winter gone
Where the darkness whines On an eerie wind In the hour before the dawn We scanned this wasted land for life All seemed void and without form So I turned to you But you were gone So I stood and watched alone Where the doubtless clouds of firstlight formed Their shapes across the soul
The Blinding Lines Have turned away Shadows from your door And my worn heart Is young today This darkest winter gone
So I turned by collar To the wind And I asked myself in vain Did I walk out there with you today Or did I come alone? But then I saw A distant sight A heart behind the grey Come shining through the darkest sky Establishing my way
The Blinding Lines Have turned away Shadows from your door And my worn heart Is young today This darkest winter gone
The Blinding Lines Have turned away Shadows from your door And my worn heart Is young today This darkest winter gone