At the heart of it all
Let’s go up the hillside to the highest ridge of Storr
Where the lapwing sings a eulogy at the wonder of it all
As the evening shadows plunder the cloak around the world
We remember all the mornings at the heart of it all
Chorus
At the heart of it all is a calling to this land
In the words of our salvation is a song for the common man
At the heart of it all is a story to be told
For the sake of our salvation and the troubles we behold
You can see the river rising- it’s banks will creak and slide
There’s a silence in the evergreens and a surging of the tide
Well it’s nature’s way of saying our backs are up against the wall
By the hush of the world in the lull before the storm
Chorus
The poems and the musings of Sorley MacLean*
They tumble and cascade across the page of every man
They will rise and spring to life again in a song for the good of all
Where a people and their land are at the heart of it all
- Gaelic poet from the Isle of Raasay ,Skye.