I’ve been playing this song on repeat in the car for the last few days. The song is about longing for the return of the beautiful and mysterious. It explores how certain moments--going to the hills to watch the stars, feeling beach sand sink between our toes--have a way of reminding us of something that we've forgotten. Ordinary moments pointing us to the extraordinary; orienting us to that which we so often slip by us without our knowing.
I like its Celtic sort of eeriness.
This is the original version is by Susan Enan. It’s more acoustic and has drums, though it’s not quite as evocative as the first.