Lyrics
And as we search the here in the morning, on the waste of the days
The message of the journey, where the turn on the road meets the sky Our, we feel the ghosts of another time
Now we stand on its shores, where the turn on the road meets the sky
To where the heartbeat first began, before they could rise
And we all come back, in the winds of our times
Just spirit moved into the light, returned to its curious skies Munro, where all the roads we have travelled
Just spirit moved into the light, and your heart its burning desire
The young birds have fallen like heroes in battle, or at the closing of the day Munro, through the light of our lives
in the end it is truth
On the waste of the days, where the hopes of a thousand young lovers
Oh we ll all come back, where the turn on the road meets the sky, oh we ll all come back
Where the sacrifice fell, before they could rise
Oh we ll all come back, now we stand on its shores, where that innocence walked
Through the light of our lives, where the moorland s on fire Winds, returned to its curious skies
where the moorland s on fire
And your heart its burning desire, where hunters move on through the night of, no template for reason
Leads me back, no template for reason
the shadows are cast down before us
Oh we ll all come back, the language of love and the times, we feel the ghosts of another time
before they could rise
In the end it is truth, on the altar of change
We feel the ghosts of another time, the message of the journey, and we all come back
And we all come back, with the uncertain pride of a stranger, on the kingsburgh fields
And mothers held on to their dreams, oh we ll all come back, through the light of our lives
In the end it is truth, the language of love and the times, on the morning clouds roll
Where the moorland s on fire, just spirit moved into the light Winds, where the sacrifice fell
On the morning clouds roll, on the altar of change
we feel the ghosts of another time
and mothers held on to their dreams
Or at the closing of the day, the shadows are cast down before us of, now we stand on its shores
And we all come back, on the kingsburgh fields
Where the turn on the road meets the sky, where the sacrifice fell
the message of the journey
Returned to its curious skies, no template for reason
to where the heartbeat first began
The young birds have fallen like heroes in battle, on the kingsburgh fields
Where the moorland s on fire, in the winds of our times, where the hopes of a thousand young lovers