Текст песни
The sun hangs low but willnae fall
It holds the line atween the hills
Ive seen this licht in anither place
Where naething sleeps and naething stills
The skys a wound that willnae close
Pale blue bleedin intae gold
We stood beneath a sky like this
When we were young and no yet old
Midnight sun ye ken the way
Ye held us once ye hold us still
The door is open soft and wide
But well no cross that shining hill
The air smells green the burn runs bright
The moths are drunk on too much day
A foxglove leans against the fence
As if its listenin tae what we say
I feel the auld frequency hum
Below the grass below the stone
The Seelie Court remembers us
They left a candle We left it lone
Midnight sun ye ken the way
Ye held us once ye hold us still
The door is open soft and wide
But well no cross that shining hill
The voices come in syllables
That almost make a word then dont
They sang like this when we arrived
Theyre singing still We answer wont
Midnight sun ye ken the way
Ye held us once ye hold us still
The door is closing soft and slow
And were still standing on the hill
