Seanair's Song - Dougie MacLean

From the island of the mountains

To the hills across argyll

With a heart that is so broken

With every weary mile

And he’ll never hear the whisper

Of his hebridean wind

Or the thunder of the ocean

As the minch comes tumbling in

He’s holding out

He’s holding out

On the frayed edge of time

On the borderline

And he rests the tired shepherd

Where the gentle devon flows

But inside there is a yearning

That no one really knows

And in the quiet of the evening

He would sing his island songs

For the ashes of his fathers

And the children of his sons

These chains have not been broken

And our freedom is not won

And though many words are spoken

We still wander weary on

And there are a hundred questions

And a thousand reasons why

But our answers they are somewhere

In the hebridean sky