Find Our Way Back Home

Let us run through the heather. Until the sun cannot guide us, home Then, let us fly with the eagles. Over the Lochs and Glens And where the shadow falls and evening glides Let us pluck the stars from the sky. Because each moonbeam is ours, and the days Are for living like a crashing wave. Or a migrating bird that's only learned to climb And catapult towards the sun, higher and higher. Let us forge a path that, no matter how it winds We find our way back home. Running through fields of heather Or flying over Lochs and Glens, whatever the weather Let's migrate home on a warm thermal wave together. Higher and higher.