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....