Sweeping Days - River Crombie
Wake all my thoughts
For I must carry on
Through mist and bones
To find a weary home
So long to fall
As the leaves return
Sweeping up my past
Will the light now start
Will the light now start
When the old days have settled low
When the time has gone
I will call from the only place
From where I have flown
Where I have flown
A curtesy that union ties
To shelter all the blinding ways
Revealing what hearts conceal
And a promise to be healed
My state of folding comes
Buckling under every bridge
Straying from the only one
Rivers that will never run
Rivers that will never run
When the old days have settled low
When the time has gone
I will call from the only place
From where I have flown
Where I have flown
Where I have flown
Where I have flown
