Winter Sky (Live at Barrowlands, Glasgow, 29 December 1993)

The stories of the world are sung
In places that were never young
I have counted everyone

All the clouds will come to you
So the sun never shines through
And we will hide from twenty years of winter sky

The pictures of the world are shown
In places I have never known
Who will know who shaped the stone?

All the clouds will come to you
So the sun never shines through
And we will hide from twenty years of winter sky

The faces of the world are worn
In places I was never born
Some will smile while others moan

All the clouds will come to you
So the sun never shines through
And we will hide from twenty years of winter sky

Still it turns and says to me
In words that come uneasily
Answers are not meant to be

All the clouds will come to you
So the sun never shines through
And we will hide from twenty years of winter sky

All the clouds will come to you
So the sun never shines through
And we will hide from twenty years of winter sky

All the clouds will come to you
So the sun never shines through
And we will hide from twenty years of winter sky

All the clouds will come to you
So the sun never shines through
And we will hide from twenty years of winter sky