With the last kiss of summer on the lips of the year
The clock chimes twelve, the dogs lie still, and I fear
That I'll lose myself, well, my hands are tied and bound
I know now is happening
Have I lived my life with no lesson learnt at all
And did I miss the starting gun, no, I don't know
In the anti-sceptic hours when the light shines in
I know now is happening
From the corner of the western isles to the peak of the antipodes
We are marching to the silent drums
Listen can you hear them?
Well the dew-laced cobwebs decorate the frail day in the fresh dawn
And the long dark nights and the
Chimneys rise with the news of the season
All our endless numbered days in a melody, lover, do you believe?
From the sun rising in the east to the dawn across the Hebrides
We are marching to the silent drums
Listen can you hear them?
From the corner of the western isles to the peak of the antipodes
We are marching to the silent drums
Listen can you hear them?
Oh my love, save my soul, 'cause now is happening
Oh my love, save my soul, now is happening
Oh my love, save my soul, now is happening
Oh my love, save my soul, now is happening
From the corner of the western isles to the peak of the antipodes
We are marching to the silent drums
Listen can you hear them?
From the sun rising in the east to the dawn across the Hebrides
We are marching to the silent drums
Listen listen listen
Oh my love, save my soul, 'cause now is happening
Oh my love, save my soul, now is happening
Oh my love, save my soul, now is happening
Oh my love, save my soul