Wuthering Heights

And never shall I grow old
I was roaming far from home
Far from the town i left behind
Out in the wild... Under open sky
Wind - whiped the ttears off my face
Light - shone away through the haze
Clouds cast shadows on fields below
Rain fell but was no longer cold
Felt i was stranded out of time
Gently touched by the breath of the Gods
Colors primeval... Under open sky
Wind - whiped the ttears off my face
Light - shone away through the haze
Clouds cast shadows on fields below
Rain fell but was no longer cold
And the world may be falling
Still the pieces are calling me home
Highland winds you own my soul
Gladly I laid it in your hands