The Lintel and the Leaf

[Intro]
[Verse]
The heather is gray
At the end of the day
The wind starts to rise
Under heavy white skies
I walk through the fern
To the place I return
[Pre-Chorus]
The lintel is dark
With a mossy green mark
The threshold is wide
With the ghost-light inside
[Chorus]
She spoke of the root
And the bitter-sweet fruit
The yarrow for sleep
And the secrets we keep
The gorse on the shawl
By the old garden wall
Her voice in the breeze
Through the rowan-red trees
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, the moorland is calling
Ooh, the twilight is falling
[Verse]
The sheep bell is deep
Where the peat-waters sleep
A silver-thin chime
From a far-away time
It rests in the clay
Where the lambs used to play
[Chorus]
She spoke of the root
And the bitter-sweet fruit
The yarrow for sleep
And the secrets we keep
The gorse on the shawl
By the old garden wall
Her voice in the breeze
Through the rowan-red trees
[Bridge]
No book for the lore
By the open-hearth door
Just breath and a song
Where we used to belong
The wisdom is spun
In the light of the sun
From mother to child
In the heart of the wild
[Verse]
The border pipes moan
Over water and stone
The clarsach is played
In the long evening shade
The scent of the thyme
Is a wordless old rhyme
I kneel on the floor
By the broken-down door
[Chorus]
She spoke of the root
And the bitter-sweet fruit
The yarrow for sleep
And the secrets we keep
The gorse on the shawl
By the old garden wall
Her voice in the breeze
Through the rowan-red trees
[Post-Chorus]
Ooh, the moorland is calling
Ooh, the twilight is falling
[Outro]