[Spoken]

Diardaoin, an ceathramh latha dhen Ghiblein. Deagh latha eile. Air mo chois tràth. Leig mi fhèin is m’ athair a-mach an crodh. Tha Alasdair a’ treabhadh thall taobh an iar. Dh'fhalbh sinn sìos a dh’Orasaigh, fodraigeadh nam beathaichean agus thàinig sinn air ais timcheall Cleit, a’ cumail sùil a-mach airson na h-uain. Tha e math a bhi beò, tha e math a bhi beò

[Verse 1: Bruce Guthro]

The light is on me

All time is here

I'm goin' down to Clachan

To stem the rushin' years

Big sky above me

Powerlines overhead

I get lifted up, enraptured

I keep falling at your feet

I'm looking over colour fields

Past the white sands and our human years

And it's all waiting here

Breaking the seed

[Chorus: Rory Macdonald]

It's comin' again

Gatherin' the wind

Returnin' to claim a harvest

I'm lifted where I stand

On the neverending land

I'm comin' to a sense of home

[Spoken]

Air an oidhche bha sluagh mòr a-staigh agus bha againn ri dhol suas gu taigh Nèill airson tuilleadh sheathraichean. Tha an teaghlach uile dhachaigh a-neisd. A’ suidhe air an staidhre a’ coimhead air an uinneag. A’ ghealach, An Crogaire, Lochan Aonghais. Fhad ’s a bha Ruairidh Sheumais a’ gabhail nan leabhraichean. Tha gnothaichean caran mun aon rud

[Verse 2: Bruce Guthro]

Wind through the barley

Your early dream

A rising choir of birdsong

Your fields of summer green

It's all passing over

I've no complains

We're just a row of unlit candles

Waiting at the gate of saints

I'm living on the borderline

Between the moment and the shining miles

The far stretching stones

All the lines of the sown

[Chorus: Rory Macdonald]

It's comin' again

Gatherin' the wind

Returnin' to claim a harvest

I'm lifted where I stand

On the neverending land

I'm comin' to a sense of home

The light of ancient shine

On your ordinary lives

We joyed went to the fires of harvest

So open up the land

Open up the sand

Returning again in Clachan