this darkest winter

on a long dark loch

on a uist moor

before the winter turned

we watched the circle round the moon

and the storm clouds gather round

so i turned to you

but you were gone

so i turned for home alone

over last year's rotting corn i walked

where the harvest winds had blown

the blinding lines

have turned away

shadows from your door

and my worn heart

is young today

this darkest winter gone

where the darkness whines

on an eerie wind

in the hour before the dawn

we scanned this wasted land for life

all seemed void and without form

so i turned to you

but you were gone

so i stood and watched alone

where the doubtless clouds of first light formed

their shapes across the soul

the blinding lines

have turned away

shadows from your door

and my worn heart

is young today

this darkest winter gone

so i turned by collar

to the wind

and i asked myself in vain

did i walk out there with you today

or did i come alone?

but then i saw

a distant sight

a heart behind the grey

come shining through the darkest sky

establishing my way

the blinding lines

have turned away

shadows from your door

and my worn heart

is young today

this darkest winter gone

the blinding lines

have turned away

shadows from your door

and my worn heart

is young today

this darkest winter gone