The Other Side - Blackmore's Night

Shooting star, could you be a message?

I can see the spirits start to rise

Trail of sparkle in the dead of night

From afar, from the other side

Fading laughter in the ever after

I remember when the time ran out

Night was falling, shadows were crawling

You were calling from the other side

I still wear the symbol of our memory

Weaved in gold, in a painted braid

Round my finger, never ending circle

Like your memory, from the other side

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side

From the other side