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Watching the morning come in on the land |
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See the moon roll over Skeabost |
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See the young men late in the glen |
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All with camans in hand. |
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Sea winds out on the wild |
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Sea waves crash onto Uig |
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See the black homes strung out in a line |
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Cross the island of Skye. |
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I can't believe |
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That it's taking all this time, |
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I can't believe |
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My life and my destiny |
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After the clans, after the clearings, |
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Here I am |
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Recovering. |
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Should have been home before daylight, |
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It's not easy when you're down and hungry |
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One from the late run rolled up in a coat |
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I make my way across the moor. |
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For a late summer in '84 |
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But now there's a new day dawning |
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I've heard the Braes men talk in Portree |
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The news from Glendale. |
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And I can't believe |
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That it's taking all this time |
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I can't believe |
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My life and my destiny |
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After the clans, after the clearings |
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Here I am |
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Recovering. |
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Still the morning comes in on the land |
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See the new sun red and rising |
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See the corn turn ripe in the fields |
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See the growth in the glen. |
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And MacPherson's in Kilmuir tonight |
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What a night for a people rising |
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And oh God not before time |
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There's justice in our lives. |