The light is on me 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 againGathering the windReturning 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 againGathering the windReturning 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