Song | Turning Away |
Artist | Dougie MacLean |
Album | With Strings |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
In darkness we do what we can | |
In daylight we’re oblivion | |
Our hearts so raw and clear | |
Are turning away, turning away from here | |
On the water we have walked like the fearless child | |
What was fastened we’ve unlocked revealing wondrous wild | |
And in search of confirmation we have jumped into the fire | |
And scrambled with our burning feet through uncontrolled desire | |
There’s a well upon the hill from our ancient past | |
Where an age is standing still holding strong and fast | |
And there’s those that try to tame it and to carve it into stone | |
Ah but words cannot extinguish it however hard they’re thrown | |
On Loch Etive they have worked with their Highland dreams | |
By Kilcrennan they have nourished in the mountain streams | |
And in searching for acceptance they had given it away | |
Only the children of their children know the price they have to pay |
In darkness we do what we can | |
In daylight we' re oblivion | |
Our hearts so raw and clear | |
Are turning away, turning away from here | |
On the water we have walked like the fearless child | |
What was fastened we' ve unlocked revealing wondrous wild | |
And in search of confirmation we have jumped into the fire | |
And scrambled with our burning feet through uncontrolled desire | |
There' s a well upon the hill from our ancient past | |
Where an age is standing still holding strong and fast | |
And there' s those that try to tame it and to carve it into stone | |
Ah but words cannot extinguish it however hard they' re thrown | |
On Loch Etive they have worked with their Highland dreams | |
By Kilcrennan they have nourished in the mountain streams | |
And in searching for acceptance they had given it away | |
Only the children of their children know the price they have to pay |
In darkness we do what we can | |
In daylight we' re oblivion | |
Our hearts so raw and clear | |
Are turning away, turning away from here | |
On the water we have walked like the fearless child | |
What was fastened we' ve unlocked revealing wondrous wild | |
And in search of confirmation we have jumped into the fire | |
And scrambled with our burning feet through uncontrolled desire | |
There' s a well upon the hill from our ancient past | |
Where an age is standing still holding strong and fast | |
And there' s those that try to tame it and to carve it into stone | |
Ah but words cannot extinguish it however hard they' re thrown | |
On Loch Etive they have worked with their Highland dreams | |
By Kilcrennan they have nourished in the mountain streams | |
And in searching for acceptance they had given it away | |
Only the children of their children know the price they have to pay |