Windswept Hollow
(hummmm) The hills are holding secrets in the clay
Grey stone and ancient mossy stone
Where cold winds carve the ridge alone
The valley sleeps in heavy mist
By silver winter rivers kissed
The ground remembers every name
Before the frost and fire came
Oh, the earth will breathe us in
Where the sky and soil begin
We are dust upon the stone
Carried by the wind alone
The cliffs look down upon the sea
And swallow all our history
A quiet watchman made of slate
Who has no love and has no hate
Oh, the earth will breathe us in
Where the sky and soil begin
We are dust upon the stone
Carried by the wind alone
In the clay... We fade away... (ahhhh)