Runrig
The Cutter And The Clan
On a wing sailing the clouds
In the gray world
Like a picture coming alive through the yachts
I am returning to land
Scotland of the high mountains
In the bare acres
Across the moorland lakes
In the woods and valleys
But it is a wounded and rare sight
This is at the end of the century
The beautiful land of the people
Still in the hands of one or two
Study wheels of the south
The northern fashions
The empty mansion in Edinburgh
Without power without a voice
*You put field to field
House to house
Until there is no place in the land
The take a separate residence
But it's good for me to be here now
To welcome the taste
'In the land that is so dear to me today
It was when I was a child
*From Isaiah 5-8
Scotland
This flight is sailing through the clouds
And the blue heavens
The homeland appears like a developing photograph
Through the mists as I return to land
I see Scotland of the high mountains
And the empty acres
Flying low across the moorland lakes
The forests and the glens
But it's a wounding and a hollow sight
Here as we reach the end of the century
The beautiful soil of the people
Still in the hands of the few
I see the wheels of industry at a standstill
And the northern lands wasted
And the empty house in Edinburgh
Without authority or voice
You that have laid field upon field< br/>House upon house
Till there be nowhere for you to be placed alone
In the midst of all the earth
But it is good for me to be here now
As I welcome the warmth
In this land that's as exciting for me today
As it was the day I was born

INVIA LE CORREZIONI