Guiding Light

Well the air is cold,

and yonder lies my sleeping soul,
by the branches broke like bones,
this weakened tree no longer holds
but the night is still,

and I have not yet lost my will,
and so I will keep on moving 'till,
'till I find my way home.

Guiding Light, by a fellow Bangor kinsman and a creator of beautiful music: Foy Vance.