Låttexter
Every year we gather here
On the western coast
And for a week just disappear
Where the mountains become ghosts
To turn the year
To turn the year
In the way that i like the most
Walking out into the hills
Then scatter in the wind
After dark with force of will
Then make it home again
What a day
What a day
To share with these old friends
We sing the songs we always sing
Until we've sung them all
And through the evening the voices ring
In the rafters of the hall
And we danced
And we danced
Until the midnight call
Naked jumping in the stream
On the first day of the month
Or a flash of white into the sea
And a dram to warm you up
So it turns
So it turns
The turning of the year
So it turns
So it turns
The turning of the year