Atop the crags and cliffs the air is thin
So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill
Meet me where the snowmelt flows
It is there, my dear, where we'll begin again
Skipping stones, braiding hair
Last year's antlers mark the trail
[Chorus]
Take us back, oh, take us back
Oh take us, take us back!
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 fiddle's cry is an old sound
A lonesome bow, the creaks and moans of empty houses
Are songs like falling rain
Windblown buildings, muddy ground
The strength of water can sink a man
[Chorus]
When the higher hills have turned to blue
And the waves are lapping where the children grew
All that we have known will be an echo
Of days when love was true
Muted voices just beyond
The silent surface of what has gone
