Travellers - Runrig

We stood in the moonlight and the river flowed

And God walked through the garden

A mist came falling down to the ground

I watched it all with no obligation

This is your sister, this is your brother

This is your mother, not somebody’s dream

And all our lifetimes drifted through the trees

To that place of moments where all was certain

Travellers on an olden road

With all the baggage of our days and years

We’re life’s carriers to the next unborn

And I’ll carry you

Till this great race is over

We stood in the garden

And the river flowed…