Ever close your eyes Ever stop and listen Ever feel alive And you've nothing missing You don't need a reason Let the day go on and on - Enya

 Amber and blue, the smoke behind the hill,

Where in the glow fades out the morning star,
Curtains the autumn cornfield, sloped afar,
And strikes an acrid savour on the chill.
The hilltop fence shines saffron o'er the still
Unbending ranks of bunched and bleaching corn,
And every pallid stalk is crisp with morn,
Crisp with the silver autumn morns distil.
-Charles Roberts