Above the hills and northern dales,
Above the outcrops on the moors,
Above the mists and passing rains,
Above the senses and the dreams,
It saw the world for what it was.
It smoothed the waters, rocks and flames.
It watched the changing, watched the lulls.
It wrapped the world and lungs it filled.
It quivered with the wings of birds,
It gathered all their voices up,
It kept them for the sun to breathe,
It kept them for the stars to grieve.
Above the beauty of the skies,
Above the tales, above the lives.