[Lyrics: Beth Malcolm]
Around this time I took a trip to Orkney with my Dad
We drove the long way to the ferry,all the way to Scrabster through the black isle
We sings songs and tell stories of the places we pass by
And we are dwarfed by the mountains that frame our view of Scotland through a cracked windscreen
On our last morning on the island, we took a drive through the wild Orchadian landscape
The rain was lashing against the car and it was almost funny how dreich the day was
We talk freely in the way that you can when you are both facing away from each other
The impacts of the years of right-wing governance
Under-funded foodbanks
The destruction of the earth’s wild places for profits sake
The devastations of war and prejudice
And how disconnected I feel from all these issues day to day
Distracted into inaction by the dazzling lights of my mobile phone
Dad sings the Worker’s Song
A folk song about the plight of the working people
Written by Ed Pickford from County Durham
And I listen