Over the mountains and out across the sea
on weathered wings he soars into the edges of the breeze.
Over the water and out across the fields
with eagle eye he watches he’s seeing what our hearts can never see
and he speaks to me.

Life touches nothing, life teaches what it can
It can hold us all to ransom, the woman and her man,
over the mountains and out across the trees
on weathered wings he soars into the silence, on the edges of the breeze,
and he speaks to me.

Dougie Maclean.