In mountain springs Headwaters rise In those hills I may find Peace of mind The river's source Has gone to ground Hard to reach Eagles soar Search in distant lands This is what I came for What I longed for And it changes everything And nothing at all Here is a face from those old pictures Black and white turned to gold In these trembling hands Long time coming Long journey home Oak and stone Lands unknown To reveal Worlds apart Stranger still How can I Close the space While we still draw breath? This is what I came for What I longеd for And it changes everything And nothing at all Hеre is a face from those old pictures Black and white turned to gold In these trembling hands Winterbourne in distant hills The way downstream is further still Through elderflower And hawthorn woods Starlings dancing high above All roads lead to somewhere else And never seem to reach an end The order of the world's unchanged The constellations are the same Time to put this thing to rest Time to leave the empty stage A footnote An unwritten page Words are better left unsaid Stories do not always find an end The source of a river Is hard to find Out of reach Out of time And so far from home This is what I came for What I longed for And it changes everything And nothing at all