Feel So Near Lyrics

Song	Feel So Near
Artist	Dougie MacLean
Album	Live from the Ends of the Earth
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	You’ll find me sitting at this table with my friend Fin and my friend John
	My friend Murdaney tells us stories of things long gone, long gone
	And we may take a glass together, the whisky makes it all so clear
	It fires our dulled imaginations
	And I feel so near, so near

	I feel so near to the howling of the wind
	Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
	Feel so near to the flowers in the field
	Feel so near

	The old man looks out to the island he says this place is endless thin
	There’s no real distance here to mention we might all fall in, all fall in
	No distance to the spirits of the living, no distance to the spirits of the dead
	And as he turned his eyes were shining
	And he proudly said, proudly said

	So we build our tower constructions there to mark our place in time
	We justify our great destructions as on we climb, on we climb
	Now the journey doesn’t seem to matter, the destination’s faded out
	And gathering out along the headland
	I hear the children shout, children shout

	You' ll find me sitting at this table with my friend Fin and my friend John
	My friend Murdaney tells us stories of things long gone, long gone
	And we may take a glass together, the whisky makes it all so clear
	It fires our dulled imaginations
	And I feel so near, so near

	I feel so near to the howling of the wind
	Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
	Feel so near to the flowers in the field
	Feel so near

	The old man looks out to the island he says this place is endless thin
	There' s no real distance here to mention we might all fall in, all fall in
	No distance to the spirits of the living, no distance to the spirits of the dead
	And as he turned his eyes were shining
	And he proudly said, proudly said

	So we build our tower constructions there to mark our place in time
	We justify our great destructions as on we climb, on we climb
	Now the journey doesn' t seem to matter, the destination' s faded out
	And gathering out along the headland
	I hear the children shout, children shout

	You' ll find me sitting at this table with my friend Fin and my friend John
	My friend Murdaney tells us stories of things long gone, long gone
	And we may take a glass together, the whisky makes it all so clear
	It fires our dulled imaginations
	And I feel so near, so near

	I feel so near to the howling of the wind
	Feel so near to the crashing of the waves
	Feel so near to the flowers in the field
	Feel so near

	The old man looks out to the island he says this place is endless thin
	There' s no real distance here to mention we might all fall in, all fall in
	No distance to the spirits of the living, no distance to the spirits of the dead
	And as he turned his eyes were shining
	And he proudly said, proudly said

	So we build our tower constructions there to mark our place in time
	We justify our great destructions as on we climb, on we climb
	Now the journey doesn' t seem to matter, the destination' s faded out
	And gathering out along the headland
	I hear the children shout, children shout

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