Runrig - Saints Of The Soil
Saints of the Soil
Walking out on the revelation trail
Going nowhere slowly
In the face of a terminal wind
I look over my shoulder to glory
For all that around me is lost and changed
The moon and the stars and the feelings remain
As long as I draw emotion in breath
I will never forget, I'll never forget
The light of the world keeps shining
Bright in the primal glow
Bridging the living dust to dust
Such a long long way to go
Going down to the memory well
No romance, no warning
Breaking the land with the saints of your soil
In the light of all constant dawning
I'm held in the grasp of the blessed and the old
The hand that civilisation's forgotten to hold
Rushing onwards racing in chains
I'm chasing the days, chasing the days
(Chorus)
Saints of the soil, saints of the soil, saints of the soil
I see you laughing round the fires of harvest
Flame grabbing and your arms entwined
Dying tribe take a righteous glance
To the sharing days and the common wine
There's a shrine on an Assynt hillside
It's made of earth and salt and rain
Now you walk out in the morning
With your sacrifice of change
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
Walking out on the revelation trail
Going nowhere slowly
In the face of a terminal wind
I look over my shoulder to glory
For all that around me is lost and changed
The moon and the stars and the feelings remain
As long as I draw emotion in breath
I will never forget, I'll never forget
The light of the world keeps shining
Bright in the primal glow
Bridging the living dust to dust
Such a long long way to go
Going down to the memory well
No romance, no warning
Breaking the land with the saints of your soil
In the light of all constant dawning
I'm held in the grasp of the blessed and the old
The hand that civilisation's forgotten to hold
Rushing onwards racing in chains
I'm chasing the days, chasing the days
(Chorus)
Saints of the soil, saints of the soil, saints of the soil
I see you laughing round the fires of harvest
Flame grabbing and your arms entwined
Dying tribe take a righteous glance
To the sharing days and the common wine
There's a shrine on an Assynt hillside
It's made of earth and salt and rain
Now you walk out in the morning
With your sacrifice of change
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
Saints of the soil
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