Lyrics:

The Light Is On Me
all Time Is Here
im Going Down To Clachnan
to Stem The Rush Of Years
big Sky Above Me
powerline Overhead
i Get Lifted Up Enraptured
i Keep Falling At Your Feet
im Looking Over Colourfields
past The White Sands
and Our Human Years
and Its All Waiting Here
breaking The Seed

its Coming Againgathering The Windreturning To Claim A Harvest
im Lifted Where I Stand
on The Never-Ending Land
im Coming To Sense Of Home

wind Through The Barley
your Early Dream
a Rising Choir Of Birdsong
your Fields Of Summer Green
its All Passing Over
ive No Complains
were Just A Row Of Unlit Candles
waiting The Gate Of Saints
im Living On The Borderline
between The Moment
and The Shining Miles
the Far Streching Stones
all The Lines Of The Sown

its Coming Againgathering The Windreturning To Claim A Harvest

im Lifted Where I Stand
on The Neverending Land
im Coming To Sense Of Home

the Light Of Ancient Shine
on Your Ordinary Lives
we Joyed Went To The Lines Of Harvest

so Open Up The Land
open Up The Sand
returning Again In Clachan