Big Sky (live)

Текст песни Runrig - Big Sky (live)

[Verse 1: Bruce Guthro]
The light is on me
All time is here
I'm goin' down to Clachan
To stem the rushin' years
Big sky above me
Powerlines overhead
I get lifted up, enraptured
I keep falling at your feet
I'm looking over colour fields
Past the white sands and our human years
And it's all waiting here
Breaking the seed

[Chorus: Rory Macdonald]
It's comin' again
Gatherin' the wind
Returnin' to claim a harvest
I'm lifted where I stand
On the neverending land
I'm comin' to a sense of home

[Verse 2: Bruce Guthro]
Wind through the barley
Your early dream
A rising choir of birdsong
Your fields of summer green
It's all passing over
I've no complains
We're just a row of unlit candles
Waiting at the gate of saints
I'm living on the borderline
Between the moment and the shining miles
The far stretching stones
All the lines of the sown
[Chorus: Rory Macdonald]
It's comin' again
Gatherin' the wind
Returnin' to claim a harvest
I'm lifted where I stand
On the neverending land
I'm comin' to a sense of home

The light of ancient shine
On your ordinary lives
We joyed went to the fires of harvest
So open up the land
Open up the sand
Returning again in Clachan