Empty Glens - Runrig, Paul Mounsey

Looking out on all that’s been

And on all that is and all that’s beyond time

I close my eyes in isolation

Here’s where the word was sown

All that’s grown and all that’s passed like ghosts

Through the child to highland generations

Now we walk in empty glens, rushes blowing in the wind

A voice that’s calling you again

To come back home

Where have they gone, where have they gone, gone to illusion everyone

The darkest heart, the pride of man

Will walk alone

Science breaking down the door

And all the hordes go rushing through for more

All the thrills of the world, and all her idols

Here the water washed us clean

A deeper peace for all our keenest sins

Washed in these clear, clear crystal fountains