| Song | This Darkest Winter |
| Artist | Runrig |
| Album | Heartland |
| 作曲 : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| On a long dark loch | |
| On a Uist moor | |
| Before the winter turned | |
| We watched the circle round the moon | |
| And the storm clouds gather round | |
| So I turned to you | |
| But you were gone | |
| So I turned for home alone | |
| Over last year's rotting corn I walked | |
| Where the harvest winds had blown | |
| The Blinding Lines | |
| Have turned away | |
| Shadows from your door | |
| And my worn heart | |
| Is young today | |
| This darkest winter gone | |
| Where the darkness whines | |
| On an eerie wind | |
| In the hour before the dawn | |
| We scanned this wasted land for life | |
| All seemed void and without form | |
| So I turned to you | |
| But you were gone | |
| So I stood and watched alone | |
| Where the doubtless clouds of firstlight formed | |
| Their shapes across the soul | |
| The Blinding Lines | |
| Have turned away | |
| Shadows from your door | |
| And my worn heart | |
| Is young today | |
| This darkest winter gone | |
| So I turned by collar | |
| To the wind | |
| And I asked myself in vain | |
| Did I walk out there with you today | |
| Or did I come alone? | |
| But then I saw | |
| A distant sight | |
| A heart behind the grey | |
| Come shining through the darkest sky | |
| Establishing my way | |
| The Blinding Lines | |
| Have turned away | |
| Shadows from your door | |
| And my worn heart | |
| Is young today | |
| This darkest winter gone | |
| The Blinding Lines | |
| Have turned away | |
| Shadows from your door | |
| And my worn heart | |
| Is young today | |
| This darkest winter gone |
| zuò qǔ : MacDonald, MacDonald | |
| On a long dark loch | |
| On a Uist moor | |
| Before the winter turned | |
| We watched the circle round the moon | |
| And the storm clouds gather round | |
| So I turned to you | |
| But you were gone | |
| So I turned for home alone | |
| Over last year' s rotting corn I walked | |
| Where the harvest winds had blown | |
| The Blinding Lines | |
| Have turned away | |
| Shadows from your door | |
| And my worn heart | |
| Is young today | |
| This darkest winter gone | |
| Where the darkness whines | |
| On an eerie wind | |
| In the hour before the dawn | |
| We scanned this wasted land for life | |
| All seemed void and without form | |
| So I turned to you | |
| But you were gone | |
| So I stood and watched alone | |
| Where the doubtless clouds of firstlight formed | |
| Their shapes across the soul | |
| The Blinding Lines | |
| Have turned away | |
| Shadows from your door | |
| And my worn heart | |
| Is young today | |
| This darkest winter gone | |
| So I turned by collar | |
| To the wind | |
| And I asked myself in vain | |
| Did I walk out there with you today | |
| Or did I come alone? | |
| But then I saw | |
| A distant sight | |
| A heart behind the grey | |
| Come shining through the darkest sky | |
| Establishing my way | |
| The Blinding Lines | |
| Have turned away | |
| Shadows from your door | |
| And my worn heart | |
| Is young today | |
| This darkest winter gone | |
| The Blinding Lines | |
| Have turned away | |
| Shadows from your door | |
| And my worn heart | |
| Is young today | |
| This darkest winter gone |