The Circle

Music & Lyrics: Dougie MacLean.

Copyright / Published: by Limetree Arts & Music, PRS & MCPS UK

You'll find me sitting at this table with my friend Steve and my friend John

My friend Mike he tells us stories of things long gone long gone

And we may take a glass together the whisky makes it all so clear

It fires our dulled imaginations and I feel so near so near

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I feel so near to the howling of the wind

Feel so near to the crashing of the waves

Feel so near to the flowers in the field

Feel so near

The old man looks out to the island he says this place is endless here

There's no real distance here to mention we might all fall in

There’s no distance to the spirits of the living no distance to spirits of the dead

And as he turned his eyes were shining and he proudly said

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So we build our tower of construction there to mark our place in time

To justify our great destruction as on we climb on we climb

Now the journey doesn't seem to matter the destinations's faded out

But gathering out along the headlands I hear the children shout children shout