The tops of crags and cliffs, the air is thin   So we'll find a mountain path on down the hill   Meet me where the snow mount flows   It is there, my dear, where we will begin again   Skipping stones, braiding hair   Last year's antlers mark the trail      Take us back, oh, take us back   Oh, take us, take us back      I've a friend who lives out by the rivers mouth   He knows the fiddles cry is an old sound   A lonesome creeks and moans of empty houses   Are songs of like fallen rain   Windblown buildings, muddy ground   The strength of water can sink a man      Take us back, oh, take us back   Oh, take us, take us back      When the higher hills have turned blue   And the waves are lapping where the children grew   All that we have know will be an echo   Of days when love was true   Muted voices just beyond   The silent surface of what has gone