Glen Morning Lullaby

Silver mist clings to the heather

As the night-shadows softly depart

A song that we once sang together

Is waking the sleep in my heart

(ahhh) Drifting over the hills at dawn

A half-remembered lullaby

(ooh) Where the cold green rivers run

Underneath the pale morning sky

Fading notes on the cold wind blowing

Voices lost in the ancient green stones

Yet a spark in the embers is glowing

In a tongue that the valley still owns (oh-oh-uh)

Drifting over the glen (ooh-ooh) As the day

begins