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    Runrig Big Sky текст песни

    Big Sky

    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 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



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