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.