A metaphor for seeing God's signature in the world. - Mike Scott

If high stream of dreams and truth be told and our intentions be entwined then from these high flung tower walls let healing grace and blessings fall over all this cracked and broken land from northern crag to southern down from Universal Hall to Camden town from city square to village green from parliament to housing scheme from Iona to the the Hill of Dreams I sacrifice my power on the altar of your love that it may be born again on another world.

I pictured a rainbow you held it in your hands
I had flashes but you saw the plan
I wandered out in the world for years you just stayed in your room
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon.

I was grounded while you filled the skies
I was dumbfounded by truth you cut through lies
I saw the lone empty valley you saw Brigadoon
I saw the crescent
You saw the whole of the moon