Runrig - Travellers

^GWe stood in the ^Cmoonlight and the ^Driver ^Gflowed And ^CGod walked t^Dhrough the g^Garden A mist came ^Cfalling^D down to the ^Gground I ^Cwatched it all with ^Dno obli^Ggation

^GTrav^Cellers on an ^Dolden ^Groad With all the ^Cbaggage of our ^Gdays and ^Dyears ^GWe're life's carri^Cers to the ^Dnext un^Gborn And I'll ^Ccarry you Till this ^Dgreat race is ^Gover

^GThis is your ^Csister,^D this is your ^Gbrother This is your ^Cmother, not ^Dsomebody's ^Gdream And all our ^Clifetimes ^Ddrifted through ^Gthe trees To that ^Cplace of moments ^Dwhere all was ^Gcertain

^GTrav^Cellers on an ^Dolden ^Groad With all the ^Cbaggage of our ^Gdays and ^Dyears ^GWe're life's carri^Cers to the ^Dnext un^Gborn And I'll ^Ccarry you Till this ^Dgreat race is ^Gover

^GWe stood in the ^Cmoonlight And the ^Driver ^Gflowed