Fidycat

Mo h-eileanan ( 1983 ) Where have all the voices gone and who's taken their place in your land ? Where have all your children gone and who's taken their minds and their hands ? The threat is less now from the law than from the screen where children lose their native tongue I walk the harbour - unfamiliar voices ring the clachans changing one by one Mo h-eileanan awake and hear the rising wind, the winter near Mo h-eileanan who dares to hide our Gaidhlig crown wear long it's jewels with pride and where has all the old pride gone I've heard stories of men coming home who bow their heads and weep in shame at their cultures decline since they'd gone and a woman tells me of so many children now at school before they learn the word of the Gael even a lowlander's a sad and angry man does the Celtic flame burn in our soul Mo h-eileanan, awake....