Skylark

Up here on the mountain looking down upon the trees
And the leaves of autumn, drifting in the breeze
No one else around me here among the clouds
Space and time to ponder far from all the crowds

Coming from the urban, brought up in the sprawl
Streets were damp and dirty, nothing green at all
Then I found the hillsides, these I never knew
In the frosts of winter or the morning dew

And I'm standing by the cairn stone, my face up to the sky
Here there's nothing higher, just the skylark cry

Here among the timeless rocks and riverbeds
And the ancient cadence of the days long dead
From the winds of darkness to stillness of the day
I can see the pattern, it's always been that way

And I'm standing by the cairn stone, my face up to the sky
Here there's nothing higher, just the skylark cry



Credits
Writer(s): Jim Gibson
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