Runrig Transl The Crowed River
The skies above London are neither clear nor dark. The great candle of daylight and the stars of the night cannot be seen. In this city that never sleeps there is no quit no stillness. Footsteps keep moving. The river in full flood. The relentless wheels keep turning without pause. Many worshipping wealth at the world's altar. Others without hope or home on streets that hold no love. With the various races creeds and languages from all corners of the globe. Each question and answer rushing down the river to the ocean. The need to be far from the crowded river.