Big Sky

The light is on me

All time is here

I'm going down to Clachan

To stem the rush of 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



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 a 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 complaints

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



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 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