all time is here
 i?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
 I?m looking over colourfields
 Past the white sands
 And our human years
 And it?s all waiting here
 Breaking the seed

 It?s coming again
 Gathering the wind
 Returning to claim a harvest

 I?m lifted where i stand
 On the never-ending land
 I?m coming to sense of home

 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 the gate of saints
 I?m living on the borderline
 Between the moment
 And the shining miles
 The far streching stones
 All the lines of the sown

 It?s coming again
 Gathering the wind
 Returning to claim a harvest

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