Words and music by Sarah McQuaid

Recorded on Walking Into White (2015)

Driving uphill with the sun in my eyes 
I can only see branches and sky 
The hawthorn tree stunted 
By wind rushing over it 
Touches my soul 
Like the brushing of fingers on skin 

I am blinded 
By the low winter sun 
I am reminded 
Of all the careless, hurtful, foolish 
Things I’ve done 
Low winter sun 

The bells chime 
For noon time 
And I’m driving blind 

This day will soon be done 
Low winter sun