Big Sky - Runrig

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