[Lyrics: Beth Malcolm]
In a moment the power of Ed’s words
And that melody rips me from some teenage need to be free
Free from old songs, and indoctrinations
This life I designed so far from the tree
Its roots just arent so deep
I need handfuls of earth
And pies in the sky
And by a process of folkmosis I ask myself why
Why wont you sing? If not you, not us, then who?
So I will sing of the guisin’ when bairnies blether to the auld yins
And I will sing of the greylag who tak their leave when the leaves turn
And i will sing in oor language that I love my sisters in
That I tell my story in