Recovery

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 wilds

Sea waves crash onto Uig

See the black homes strung out on a line

Across the island of Skye

Should have been home before daylight

But it's not easy when you're down and hungry

One man 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

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 of the glen

And MacPherson's in Kilmuir tonight

What a night for a people rising

oh God not before time

There's justice in our lives

And I can't believe

That it's taken all this time

I can't believe

My life and my destiny

After the clans, after the clearings

Here I am

Recovering