Mad John, by Chris Wood. From the album Trespasser

Hill-tops like hot iron glitter bright in the sun,
And the rivers we're eying burn to gold as they run;
Burning hot is the ground, liquid gold is the air;
Whoever looks round sees Eternity there.
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Thank you, Chris Wood - beautiful track.

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this has long been a dear favourite, saw him do it live once with Hugh Lupton which was really special

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It's beautiful. This was, I think, recorded from a live session on BBC Radio 3.

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( I say " I think " because I can't remember - but I am pretty sure. The R3 show, Night Waves, I think).