In the morning light to the watershed,
I scarcely felt the restless wind
That blew the hair upon my head
Nine Standards in the gathering wind,
Nine soldiers, sentinels in stone,
Point the road that I must go,
Look back to places past and gone.
As I climbed up from the Vale of Eden
The sky was clear and the sun did shine,
I followed a stream to the gritstone cap
And the cairns upon the standards nine..
Nine Standards in the gathering wind,
Nine soldiers, sentinels in stone,
Point the road that I must go,
Look back to places past and gone.
