It's a thin line that leads us and keeps a man from shame
And dark clouds quickly gather along the way he came
There's fear out on the mountain and death out on the plain
There's heartbreak and heart-ache in the shadow of the flame.
[But]this love will carry, this love will carry me
I know this love will carry me.
The strongest web will tangle, the sweetest bloom will fall
And somewhere in the distance we try and catch it all
Success lasts for a moment and failure's always near
And you look down at your blistered hands as turns another year.
These days are golden, they must not waste away
For our time is like that flower and soon it will decay
And though by storms we're weakened, uncertainty is sure
And like the coming of the dawn it's ours for evermore.
O encanto das baladas de amor escocesas, num dos programas de TV mais belos da história sobre a musica tradicional inglesa 'The Transatlantic Sessions'.
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