The light is on me
all time is here
iâ??m 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
Iâ??m looking over colourfields
Past the white sands
And our human years
And itâ??s all waiting here
Breaking the seed

Itâ??s coming againGathering the windReturning to claim a harvest
Iâ??m lifted where i stand
On the never-ending land
Iâ??m coming to sense of home

wind through the barley
your early dream
A rising choir of birdsong
your fields of summer green
Itâ??s all passing over
Iâ??ve no complains
Weâ??re just a row of unlit candles
Waiting the gate of saints
Iâ??m living on the borderline
Between the moment
And the shining miles
The far streching stones
All the lines of the sown

Itâ??s coming againGathering the windReturning to claim a harvest

Iâ??m lifted where i stand
On the neverending land
Iâ??m 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