Who Am I

over the mountains and out across the trees
on weathered wings he soars into the edges of the breeze
over the water and out across the fields
with eagle eye he watches he's seeing what our hearts can never see
and he speaks to me

from up here i've seen your broken truth
i have heard that old eternal lie
from way up here i've seen the wasted youth
from up here i've heard the old man cry
saying who am i?

through the hazels and along the druthy burn
on feathered feet she's silent as to her young ones she returns
over the moon and up the ben a caly hill
on her lookout rock she watches she's seeing what our hearts can never see
and she speaks to me

life touches nothing life teaches what it can
it can hold us all to ransom the woman and the man
over the mountains and out across the trees
on weathered wings he soars into the silence on the edges of the breeze
and he speaks to me