| Walking out on the revelation trail
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| Going nowhere slowly
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| In the face of a terminal wind
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| I look over my shoulder to glory
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| For all that around me is lost and changed
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| The moon and the stars and the feelings remain
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| As long as I draw emotion in breath
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| I will never forget, I’ll never forget
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| The light of the world keeps shining
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| Bright in the primal glow
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| Bridging the living dust to dust
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| Such a long long way to go
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| Going down to the memory well
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| No romance, no warning
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| Breaking the land with the saints of your soil
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| In the light of all constant dawning
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| I’m held in the grasp of the blessed and the old
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| The hand that civilization’s forgotten to hold
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| Rushing onwards racing in chains
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| I’m chasing the days, chasing the days
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| The light of the world keeps shining
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| Bright in the primal glow
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| Bridging the living dust to dust
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| Such a long long way to go
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| Saints of the soil, saints of the soil, saints of the soil
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| I see you laughing round the fires of harvest
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| Flame grabbing and your arms entwined
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| Dying tribe take a righteous glance
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| To the sharing days and the common wine
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| The light of the world keeps shining
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| Bright in the primal glow
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| Bridging the living dust to dust
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| Such a long long way to go
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| There’s a shrine on an Assynt hillside
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| It’s made of earth and salt and rain
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| Now you walk out in the morning
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| With your sacrifice of change
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| Saints of the soil
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| Saints of the soil
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| Saints of the soil
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| Saints of the soil
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| Saints of the soil
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| Saints of the soil |