| 作曲 : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| Looking out on all that's been | |
| And on all that is and all that's beyond time | |
| I close my eyes in isolation | |
| Here's where the word was sown | |
| All that's grown and all that's passed like ghosts | |
| Through the child to highland generations | |
| Chorus: | |
| Now we walk in empty glens, rushes blowing in the wind | |
| A voice that's calling you again | |
| To come back home | |
| Where have they gone, where have they gone, gone to illusion everyone | |
| The darkest heart, the pride of man | |
| Will walk alone | |
| Science breaking down the door | |
| And all the hordes go rushing through for more | |
| All the thrills of the world, and all her idols | |
| Here the water washed us clean | |
| A deeper peace for all our keenest sins | |
| Washed in these clear, clear crystal fountains | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus |
| zuo qu : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| Looking out on all that' s been | |
| And on all that is and all that' s beyond time | |
| I close my eyes in isolation | |
| Here' s where the word was sown | |
| All that' s grown and all that' s passed like ghosts | |
| Through the child to highland generations | |
| Chorus: | |
| Now we walk in empty glens, rushes blowing in the wind | |
| A voice that' s calling you again | |
| To come back home | |
| Where have they gone, where have they gone, gone to illusion everyone | |
| The darkest heart, the pride of man | |
| Will walk alone | |
| Science breaking down the door | |
| And all the hordes go rushing through for more | |
| All the thrills of the world, and all her idols | |
| Here the water washed us clean | |
| A deeper peace for all our keenest sins | |
| Washed in these clear, clear crystal fountains | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| Looking out on all that' s been | |
| And on all that is and all that' s beyond time | |
| I close my eyes in isolation | |
| Here' s where the word was sown | |
| All that' s grown and all that' s passed like ghosts | |
| Through the child to highland generations | |
| Chorus: | |
| Now we walk in empty glens, rushes blowing in the wind | |
| A voice that' s calling you again | |
| To come back home | |
| Where have they gone, where have they gone, gone to illusion everyone | |
| The darkest heart, the pride of man | |
| Will walk alone | |
| Science breaking down the door | |
| And all the hordes go rushing through for more | |
| All the thrills of the world, and all her idols | |
| Here the water washed us clean | |
| A deeper peace for all our keenest sins | |
| Washed in these clear, clear crystal fountains | |
| Chorus | |
| Chorus |