| Song | Turning Away |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | With Strings |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In darkness we do what we can | |
| In daylight we’re oblivion | |
| Our hearts so raw and clear | |
| Are turning away, turning away from here | |
| On the water we have walked like the fearless child | |
| What was fastened we’ve unlocked revealing wondrous wild | |
| And in search of confirmation we have jumped into the fire | |
| And scrambled with our burning feet through uncontrolled desire | |
| There’s a well upon the hill from our ancient past | |
| Where an age is standing still holding strong and fast | |
| And there’s those that try to tame it and to carve it into stone | |
| Ah but words cannot extinguish it however hard they’re thrown | |
| On Loch Etive they have worked with their Highland dreams | |
| By Kilcrennan they have nourished in the mountain streams | |
| And in searching for acceptance they had given it away | |
| Only the children of their children know the price they have to pay |
| In darkness we do what we can | |
| In daylight we' re oblivion | |
| Our hearts so raw and clear | |
| Are turning away, turning away from here | |
| On the water we have walked like the fearless child | |
| What was fastened we' ve unlocked revealing wondrous wild | |
| And in search of confirmation we have jumped into the fire | |
| And scrambled with our burning feet through uncontrolled desire | |
| There' s a well upon the hill from our ancient past | |
| Where an age is standing still holding strong and fast | |
| And there' s those that try to tame it and to carve it into stone | |
| Ah but words cannot extinguish it however hard they' re thrown | |
| On Loch Etive they have worked with their Highland dreams | |
| By Kilcrennan they have nourished in the mountain streams | |
| And in searching for acceptance they had given it away | |
| Only the children of their children know the price they have to pay |
| In darkness we do what we can | |
| In daylight we' re oblivion | |
| Our hearts so raw and clear | |
| Are turning away, turning away from here | |
| On the water we have walked like the fearless child | |
| What was fastened we' ve unlocked revealing wondrous wild | |
| And in search of confirmation we have jumped into the fire | |
| And scrambled with our burning feet through uncontrolled desire | |
| There' s a well upon the hill from our ancient past | |
| Where an age is standing still holding strong and fast | |
| And there' s those that try to tame it and to carve it into stone | |
| Ah but words cannot extinguish it however hard they' re thrown | |
| On Loch Etive they have worked with their Highland dreams | |
| By Kilcrennan they have nourished in the mountain streams | |
| And in searching for acceptance they had given it away | |
| Only the children of their children know the price they have to pay |