Story Behind The Song

Exposition of events and their significance on top of the Sligo mountain Knocknarea in June of 1976, in the course of which Thom was vouchsafed a message from "above" to the effect that he was in deep over his head and really should go away. Since the pri

Song Description

Singer finds himself on top of mountain in middle of night; is granted a personal sign from some Supernatural Deity or other, quite a rude one, in fact: "vain hopes need cold fountains"!

Lyrics

Night owns my white bones,
but what's left is still saying
strange prayers in high places,
wild airs with wilder graces:
birds fly with no motion,
what draws me draws the oceans.

Down on my knees again, still believing
in the time of reason, no more;
down on my knees again, still believing
peace of mind is worth any chore.

Great dreams and laid schemes
just blown down by high winds
and strong signs from old forces:
white dogs on trackless courses.
Night changes sweet mountains;
vain hopes need cold fountains.

Down on my knees again, still believing
in the time of reason, no more;
down on my knees again, still believing
peace of mind is worth any chore.

Playlist Creator	Playlist Name	Date Added
lolaeire	My Top Songs	2/2/2015
bernadette607	Thom Moore	4/26/2011