I spoke about wings you just flew I wondered I guessed and I tried you just knew I sighed but you swooned I saw the crescent You saw the whole of the… - Mike Scott

I can feel it in my blood that I belong to this strange and stony rock I stand upon yet I cannot put a name upon it I cannot place the time nor see the land as it once was nor tell which house was mine no I cannot put a name upon it which was where and when yet here I am a perfect stranger home again.

I feel you move me in such sweet silence always dancing, always dancing never ever getting tired

This light is for the world. Send out from this wooden frame a beacon made of holy flame like a bridge across the morning sky from candle to the hills of high this light is for the world.