The Long Way Through the Years | A Love That Survived Time

I step to the time at the end of the world. Where the air grew thin and strange. The world lay quiet, holding its breath as the years rearranged. Staying beneath my feet felt firm and sure, though the days were far from mine. I took the road, went on but hope and the pool, your name. I dinna ken how far I've come, nor how far remains. I walk the long way through the years, through snow and fire and rain. If time has hid deep ray my sight, the land still kens your name. Frey tun, tay tun, frey dor, tay dor, through loss and quiet fears. I'll take the long road, step by step, the long way through the years. Nay ass, nay crowns, nay banners raised, nay tale of war nor fame. I saw the man what walked the earth, as if it kenned his name. In kirks at dawn, in inns at night, in fields where shadows lie. I heard your breath in borrowed words as the years went by. Il Camille still leads me on, though the road grows thin. I walk the long way through the years, through cold and candlelight. If fate has bent the hours awry, my heart still kens you right. Frey tun, tay tun, frey dor, tay dor, through doubt and quiet tears. I'll take the long road, heart unbound, the long way through the years. Gin, I miss ye by a breath. Gin, I'm late by time. Let the land draw us nearer still, line by line. I'll take the long way through the years, through cold and candlelight. For love does not fear the eternal time, nor the ache or pain. If ye yet breathe this northern air, if hope still lingers here. I'll find ye as the end awaits, the long way through the years. If the sound of the Highlands speaks, stay with us and press subscribe.