[Verse 1] A realm where earth and heaven blend, Their touch begins, and knows no end. Across the fields steeped deep in snow, The wind moves lightly, cold and low. [Verse 2] As sunlight gilds the autumn days, The purple haze sways soft and wide. And I beside that weathered throne Endure when all else has flown. [Chorus] For strength endures when all has flown, As taught by one old moorland stone. The hills lie still beneath the light, The ancient tors concealed from sight. [Verse 3] The moorland wrapped in streams and love, Lavender skies fade up above. And all the moor, in quiet gold, Receives the twilight, calm and cold. [Outro] In quiet golden splendour dressed, The moor receives the evening’s rest.
