High above the misty sea,
Where the wind is blowing free.
Ancient stones upon the cliff,
Watching as the shadows shift.
Take me where the heather grows,
Where the quiet river flows.
No more weeping in the dark,
Guided by a golden spark.
Green and emerald down below,
In the sunset's fading glow.
Every breath a silent prayer,
Floating through the lonely air.
Take me where the heather grows,
Where the quiet river flows.
No more weeping in the dark,
Guided by a golden spark.
Time is moving soft and slow,
Watching all the embers glow.
Sanctuary made of stone,
Where I am no more alone.
Leave the heavy world behind,
For the peace I needed to find.
Silent valley, breathing deep,
Promises the mountains keep.
Listen to the distant chime,
Far beyond the edge of time.
Close your eyes and do not fear,
For the eternal rest is here.
Drift away... softly sleep...
In the silence that we keep.
Take me where the heather grows,
Where the quiet river flows.
No more weeping in the dark,
Guided by a golden spark.
Let the misty cliff hold my mind...
Leaving all the frantic world behind...