Oh the birds dream of Uist as they fly, as they fly

Uist of the singing lochs

Uist of the shorelines

The birds dream of Uist as they fly.

 

It pulls them in the wind

It is the heart of the wind

It does not mind, does not mention

The ground work, the vigilance,

The pecking.

 

It seals the air lock that

Keeps the flock exposed

Keeps it flying over shelter, further on –

For the rest and the water at the end

Will be home

 

Head there

Finish there

Rest there

Nest there

 

Oh the birds dream of Uist as they fly, as they fly

Uist of the singing lochs

Uist of the shorelines

The birds dream of Uist as they fly.