| We listened into the Iceage | |
| And we built up man round the Picts | |
| And the daybreak hammered out warning | |
| To the weak | |
| We dreamed on moor with passion | |
| And on the long lochs bluer than eyes | |
| 'Till the mists of bygone ages | |
| heard our cries | |
| I've seen us among thousands | |
| All of one name waiting to run | |
| And when the charge came heather on heartbeat | |
| Steel on gun | |
| The old rock leaves us with fossil | |
| From the ancient pagan rites | |
| From the universal inroads | |
| back to Christ | |
| Transmitting, transmitting | |
| Breaking down the wire | |
| Transmitting, transmitting | |
| Breaking down the wire | |
| As we look out over the morning | |
| And the days of this life's spring | |
| And the joy of Gaelic's lifeblood | |
| Made me sing | |
| Watching your beauty on this journey | |
| With the lick of youth in your eyes | |
| Let us sow this olden heartland | |
| Reap in time | |
| Transmitting, transmitting | |
| Breaking down the wire | |
| Transmitting, transmitting | |
| Breaking down the wire |