The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin 
So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill 
Meet me where the snow mount flows 
It is there, my dear, where we will begin again 
Skipping stones, braiding hair 
Last year's antlers mark the trail 

Take us back, oh, take us back 
Oh, take us, take us back 
I've a friend who lives out by the rivers mouth 
He knows the fiddles cry is an old sound 
lonesome creeks and moans of empty houses 
Are songs of like fallen rain 
Windblown buildings, muddy ground 
The strength of water can sink a man 

Take us back, oh, take us back 
Oh, take us, take us back 

When the higher hills have turned blue 
And the waves are lapping where the children grew 
All that we have know will be an echo 
Of days when love was [bad word] 
Muted voices just beyond 
The silent surface of what has gone