The light is on me all time is here i'm going down to clachnan to stem the rush of years Big sky above me Powerline overhead I get lifted up enraptured
(Original in Gälisch) An saoghal, sia uairean Obair la ri culTeaglach gabhal dhan a 'mheasa Pailteas, slainte, is gaol An Ruis a tuiteam sios mu
Here hangs an open landscape A wild and huge frontier From a harsh and a barren wasteland Through the grave to the promised field You came, you trapped
It's all over now, no more summers in heaven After world war two wed, and a life of ups and downs I see it now, precious even on paper A young man and
Tear down these walls They keep raising for you In the slipstream of luck and democracy A victim of chance and geography I reap and I sow the face of
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes, Where the sun shines on Loch Lomond. Where me and tea tree my true love spent many days On the banks of
Tell me where oh where has summer gone It hasn't come this year You always cry when swallows fly With doubts in search of dreams He's a working man Can
(Original in gälisch) Choimhead mi ri m'chul Gun neimh gun truas Larach mo chasan mu sgaoil 'S iad a triall tron an uir Gu toiseach '
When you arrived in Canada, you walked the streets Out of work, out of money, prospects bleak Now, the plane comes down from the morning sky And you touch
We grew up in the spaces Where the four winds blow We left these glens and valleys Traitors to the plough We thought we knew the answers Thought we had
Between the shifting shadows In the no-man's zone There's a bar at the end of the street Some poor country music One or two sixty's songs This is the
Day was young and desire was stirred. Summer was all but gone. Light was fading from the side of your face. Sinking low in the corn. All that's constant
Like shadows on the wall you come and you go through the streets and the rain that falls down on our sin no more good-byes forever this way whenever the
Welcome to my song To the seed and the fruit of the bards To the harvest that's been waiting Since the days of youth Welcome to my landscape The pure
Failte gu mo dhan Siol is means nam bard Am foghar bha feitheamh orm Bho an la a bha mi og Failte gu mo thir Eilean geal an iar An t-ait a chi gach tuigse
Across the skies the monuments stand Shrines of wonder, man worshiping man Computer ethics mock a dying land Down below like rats in a cage Success,
The skies above London are neither clear nor dark. The great candle of daylight and the stars of the night cannot be seen. In this city that never sleeps
Eighteen teams of horses On the field of Aird a Mhorrain the young men were ploughing On the day the Sleat people came Black was the colour of the blood