| Song | Rite of Passage |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Live from the Ends of the Earth |
| Take the young ones to the desert teach them how the arrow flies | |
| How to smell the beast upon the wind and run with mother nature’s loving lies | |
| Show them how to balance what is wrong and what is right | |
| And make their own directions through the longest darkest night | |
| Oh you need that rite of passage before you can continue on | |
| That brave self understanding you can lean your dreams upon | |
| You may want for children you may crave for man and wife | |
| But you need that rite of passage to the summer of your life | |
| Show the children to the master, put the tools into their hands | |
| Show them how to work the grain and how to hold the ever moving sand | |
| Place with them the knowledge of the far and of the near | |
| And lead them through the waiting storms that will never ever clear | |
| It’s a sad deluded vision this creature of our time | |
| It’s body now is broken, it’s smile it rarely has the chance to shine | |
| It stands so high and mighty with its never ending needs | |
| While somewhere in the beating heart the earth it vainly pleads |
| Take the young ones to the desert teach them how the arrow flies | |
| How to smell the beast upon the wind and run with mother nature' s loving lies | |
| Show them how to balance what is wrong and what is right | |
| And make their own directions through the longest darkest night | |
| Oh you need that rite of passage before you can continue on | |
| That brave self understanding you can lean your dreams upon | |
| You may want for children you may crave for man and wife | |
| But you need that rite of passage to the summer of your life | |
| Show the children to the master, put the tools into their hands | |
| Show them how to work the grain and how to hold the ever moving sand | |
| Place with them the knowledge of the far and of the near | |
| And lead them through the waiting storms that will never ever clear | |
| It' s a sad deluded vision this creature of our time | |
| It' s body now is broken, it' s smile it rarely has the chance to shine | |
| It stands so high and mighty with its never ending needs | |
| While somewhere in the beating heart the earth it vainly pleads |