| Song | Follow the Heron |
| Artist | Cathie Ryan |
| Album | The Farthest Wave |
| 作词 : Polwart | |
| The back of the winter is broken | |
| And light lingers long by the door | |
| The seeds of the summer have spoken | |
| In gowans that bloom on the shore | |
| By night and day we'll sport and we'll play | |
| And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
| Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
| And we follow the heron home | |
| In darkness we cradled our sorrow | |
| And stoked all our fires with fear | |
| These bones that lie empty and hollow | |
| Are ready for gladness to cheer | |
| By night and day we'll sport and we'll play | |
| And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
| Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
| And we follow the heron home | |
| Long may you sing of the salmon | |
| And the snow-scented sound of your home | |
| While the north wind delivers its sermon | |
| Of ice and salt water and stone | |
| By night and day we'll sport and we'll play | |
| And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
| Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
| And we follow | |
| By night and day we'll sport and we'll play | |
| And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
| Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
| And we follow the heron home |
| zuò cí : Polwart | |
| The back of the winter is broken | |
| And light lingers long by the door | |
| The seeds of the summer have spoken | |
| In gowans that bloom on the shore | |
| By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
| And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
| Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
| And we follow the heron home | |
| In darkness we cradled our sorrow | |
| And stoked all our fires with fear | |
| These bones that lie empty and hollow | |
| Are ready for gladness to cheer | |
| By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
| And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
| Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
| And we follow the heron home | |
| Long may you sing of the salmon | |
| And the snowscented sound of your home | |
| While the north wind delivers its sermon | |
| Of ice and salt water and stone | |
| By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
| And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
| Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
| And we follow | |
| By night and day we' ll sport and we' ll play | |
| And delight as the dawn dances over the bay | |
| Sleep blows the breath of the morning away | |
| And we follow the heron home |