Slow rising mist enfolding the land
Seawater shifts on a bed of sand
A forest of kelp dances beneath its motion
The water moves with the tides of the ocean
Chorus:
And here we are
We have come this far
To say a prayer
On Lindisfarne
Here in the rock bathed in a gentle glow
The golden half-light of the setting sun
A shadow of wings flying fast and low
Out of my sight into the distance gone
(Chorus three times)
Joanne:
"On the way home from a gig in Scotland, the band decided to stop and visit Lindisfarne. We spent the most beautiful day walking the island and finished off watching the sun go down and praying together. I remember sitting on the rocks near the water (the monks themselves had prayed in the same place and the places were called 'prayer holes') and frantically scribbling words on a scrap of paper as the winter daylight quickly faded. Those words later formed the basis for this song."
Seawater shifts on a bed of sand
A forest of kelp dances beneath its motion
The water moves with the tides of the ocean
Chorus:
And here we are
We have come this far
To say a prayer
On Lindisfarne
Here in the rock bathed in a gentle glow
The golden half-light of the setting sun
A shadow of wings flying fast and low
Out of my sight into the distance gone
(Chorus three times)
Joanne:
"On the way home from a gig in Scotland, the band decided to stop and visit Lindisfarne. We spent the most beautiful day walking the island and finished off watching the sun go down and praying together. I remember sitting on the rocks near the water (the monks themselves had prayed in the same place and the places were called 'prayer holes') and frantically scribbling words on a scrap of paper as the winter daylight quickly faded. Those words later formed the basis for this song."