Sometimes
when you journey
Through the pages of a book
You´re taken
places beyond words
You let them speak your truth
Today I´ve
opened treasures
That my eyes could scarce believe
They´re
the words of confirmation
Everything that makes me sing
Summer
corners to Sutherland
And you bend the hazel bow
You harness up
the ponies
And you head out on the road
By Kilbreck and
Altnaharra
You journey to your rest
With the guiding might of
Suilven
For the campsites of the west
No, your words are
not of sentiment
Shallow or untrue
But wells of living
water
From their clear dep sides we drew
The song, the tin, the
horses
This country´s great and ancient wilds
Your faith
in God, and man, and nature
And the keenness of your guile
So
have you stand out on Coldbackie
At the time the sun goes down
Or
upon the king of campsites
In the hills about Brae Tongue
That´s
when music filled your evenings
It´s all so different now
this world
For you were the summer walkers
And the fishers of
the pearl
So as we close another chapter
That we label
archive gold
Still the Conon flows each morning
And the dew
falls on the sloe
But today you took me walking
Through a land
that we have lost
While our children sit at websites
With no
access to the cost
Refrain:
And it´s up by the
Shin
And up by the Naver
And the long winding shores of Loch
Maree
By Ben Hope and Ben Loyal
By Stack and by Arkle
The
roads reaches long now the summer is here
Von Calum und Rory Macdonald
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