| Watching the morning come in on the land | |
| See the moon roll over Skeabost | |
| See the young men late in the glen | |
| All with camans in hand. | |
| Sea winds out on the wild | |
| Sea waves crash onto Uig | |
| See the black homes strung out in a line | |
| Cross the island of Skye. | |
| I can't believe | |
| That it's taking all this time, | |
| I can't believe | |
| My life and my destiny | |
| After the clans, after the clearings, | |
| Here I am | |
| Recovering. | |
| Should have been home before daylight, | |
| It's not easy when you're down and hungry | |
| One from the late run rolled up in a coat | |
| I make my way across the moor. | |
| For a late summer in '84 | |
| But now there's a new day dawning | |
| I've heard the Braes men talk in Portree | |
| The news from Glendale. | |
| And I can't believe | |
| That it's taking all this time | |
| I can't believe | |
| My life and my destiny | |
| After the clans, after the clearings | |
| Here I am | |
| Recovering. | |
| Still the morning comes in on the land | |
| See the new sun red and rising | |
| See the corn turn ripe in the fields | |
| See the growth in the glen. | |
| And MacPherson's in Kilmuir tonight | |
| What a night for a people rising | |
| And oh God not before time | |
| There's justice in our lives. |