I remember it was cold, as a winter morning. From all their edges on the islands, it was there, shining. From the north we saw, all the birds coming. Under a blood red sky, a midsummer evening.
(My love) Across the waters of the midland, everything was burning. (My love) Together in the sand, we were watching. (My love) Without a word to say, some of us were crying. (My love) But as we saw the moon, we were all singing.