Oh the birds dream of Uist as they fly
Uist of the singing lochs
Uist of the shorelines
the birds dream, the birds dream.
It pulls them in the wind
it’s in the heart of the wind
doesn’t mind, doesn’t mention
the ground work, vigilance,
the pecking.
It seals the air lock
keeps the flock exposed
keeps it flying over shelter, farther on –
for the rest and the water at the end
will be home – head there
fly there, rest, nest.
The birds dream as they fly
Uist of the singing lochs
of the shorelines
The birds dream of Uist.