Kirkconnell Flow Songtext / Lyric

as a grieving outsider
I slowly did go
to the wetland they speak of
as kirkconnell flow
there was rain all the morning
sure turning to snow
and the wind from the firth
held new ice in its blow

but I could not weep
in this secret of pine
so bitter and twisted
my heart drowned in brine
and the danger of living
in a wildness of time
is in losing your way
in the mountains you climb

there is fear to the east
there is sand to the west
there are children in rage
who have never been blessed
there are women and men
who have nowhere to go
and the wind is still moaning
through Kirkconnell flow.