Recovery - Runrig

Watching the morning come in on the land

See the moon roll over Skeabost

See the young men late in the glen

All with camans in hand

Sea winds out on the wild

Sea waves crash onto Uig

See the black homes strung out in a line

Cross the island of Skye

I can’t believe

That it’s taking all this time

I can’t believe

My life and my destiny

After the clans, after the clearings

Here I am

Recovering

Should have been home before daylight

It’s not easy when you’re down and hungry

One from the late run rolled up in a coat

I make my way across the moor

For a late summer in '84

But now there’s a new day dawning

I’ve heard the Braes men talk in Portree

The news from Glendale

And I can’t believe

That it’s taking all this time

I can’t believe

My life and my destiny

After the clans, after the clearings

Here I am

Recovering

Still the morning comes in on the land

See the new sun red and rising

See the corn turn ripe in the fields

See the growth in the glen

And MacPherson’s in Kilmuir tonight

What a night for a people rising

And oh God not before time

There’s justice in our lives