Feel So Near - Various Artists

Find me sitting at this table

With my friend Fin and my friend John

My friend Murdaney 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

I feel so near to the howling of the winds

I feel so near to the crashing of the waves

I feel so near to the flowers in the fields

I feel so near

The old man looks out to the islands

He says this place is endless thin

There's no real distance here to mention

We might all fall in all fall in

No distance to the spirits of the living

No distance to the spirits of the dead

And as he turned his eyes were shining

He proudly said proudly said

I feel so near to the howling of the winds

I feel so near to the crashing of the waves

I feel so near to the flowers in the fields

I feel so near

So we build our tower constructions

There to mark our place in time

We justify our great destructions

As on we climb on we climb

Now the journey doesn't seem to matter

The destination's faded out

And gathering out along the headland

I hear the children shout children shout

I feel so near to the howling of the winds

I feel so near to the crashing of the waves

I feel so near to the flowers in the fields

I feel so near

I feel so near to the howling of the winds

I feel so near to the crashing of the waves

I feel so near to the flowers in the fields

I feel so near to the howling of the winds

I feel so near to the crashing of the waves

I feel so near to the flowers in the fields

I feel so near