| Taking shelter by the standing stones
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| Miles from all that moves
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| Breathing solitude, seeking confidence
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| A gift to me
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| Feeling spirits never far removed
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| Passing over me and I greet them with open arms
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| Hand fighting hand
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| As you turn to a man of two worlds
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| Taobh ri taobh tha sinn mar aon de dha shaobhail
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| Làmh nam làimh, gabhadh aithne air linn a dh’fhalbh
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| Reading passages of ancient rhyme
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| Cut so deep so old
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| Telling tales of travellers and mystery
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| Hearing spirits never far removed
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| Calling out aloud
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| When the time comes they’ll talk to me
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| Hand fighting hand
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| As you turn to a man of two worlds
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| Taobh ri taobh tha sinn mar aon de dha shaobhail
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| 'S mo làmh nad làimh gabhadh aithne air na tìrean chéine
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| Hand fighting hand
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| As you turn to a man of two worlds
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| Feel a presence moving into me
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| Painting pictures with its words
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| Seeing places that I’ve never seen
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| Like a door thrown open on a life I’ve lived before
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| Taobh ri taobh
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| Do làmh nam làimh
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| Tha sinn mar aon
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| De dha shaoghail
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| Taobh ri taobh
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| Do làmh nam làimh
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| Tha sinn mar aon
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| De dha shaoghail |