Excerpted from “Dreamfields” by Runrig. Link
You can talk the tongue of Angels
You can walk the thin white line
Raid your heart’s imagination
Let your thoughts live and run wild
But now all I see is this station
And the boats with the sun in their wake
Looking out on Scalpay dawning
And you drenched in the rain of grace
…
Still the grass grows tall in the dream fields
But after all is said and done
The only thing that ever matters
Is to love and to be loved.