I've hunted for him high 'n' low; I've looked him in the eye. I dream about the perfect way, tae…
Though I may speak some tongue of old Or even spit out some holy word I have no strength with…
When the cold winds a-calling And the sky is clear and bright Misty mountains say'in and beckon Meet me out…
This love, it is a distant star Guiding us home wherever we are This love, it is a burning song…