It has been a year since I could hear the song of sky
When I dream about her moody clouds I start to cry
Did you meet the blue
The cyan hue of evening rain?
Falling on the hills, the stately homes, down urban trains
Take the waters home
There is not a place, a pretty face, or warm embrace
Fit to draw you in, to warm your soul with such a grace
Once you've heard the song
The song of sky, the vault of stars
Is it all my fault, was I so wrong to go so far?
Steal another stone
Twenty years of looking up and walking with the Northern winds
Never fearing where it ends or wondering where it all begins
It has been a year since I could hear the song of sky