Capercaillie - The Blue Rampart lyrics

But for you the Cuillin would be
an exact & serrated blue rampart
girdling with its march-wall
all that´s in my barbarous heart

But for you the sand
that´s in Talisker compact & white
would be a measureless plain to my expectations
and on it the spear desire would not turn back

But for you the oceans
in their unrest & their repose
would raise the wave crest of my mind
and settle it on a high serenity

And the brown brindled moorland
and my reason would co-extend
but you imposed on them an edict
above my own pain

And on a distant luxuriant summit
there blossomed the Tree of Strings
among its leafy branches your face
my reason & the likeness of a star

Capercaillie Ringtones