| 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 |