| Song | Broken Wings |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | With Strings |
| A tall tree, turn and face the west | |
| O we’re running with the wind | |
| A high cliff-top, we’re waiting with the rest | |
| For this journey to begin | |
| But these broken wings won’t fly | |
| These broken wings won’t fly at all | |
| And how we laugh, but maybe we should crawl | |
| And ask to be excused | |
| We shout loudly, have answers to it all | |
| O but we have been refused | |
| Girl child, you’re dancing with the stream | |
| Growing with the silver trees | |
| Your young questions, you ask me what it means | |
| O but I am not at ease |
| A tall tree, turn and face the west | |
| O we' re running with the wind | |
| A high clifftop, we' re waiting with the rest | |
| For this journey to begin | |
| But these broken wings won' t fly | |
| These broken wings won' t fly at all | |
| And how we laugh, but maybe we should crawl | |
| And ask to be excused | |
| We shout loudly, have answers to it all | |
| O but we have been refused | |
| Girl child, you' re dancing with the stream | |
| Growing with the silver trees | |
| Your young questions, you ask me what it means | |
| O but I am not at ease |