Visions Of Alba

I saw the invader burning down
Many a cottage, many a town,
And my sight grew dimmed with tears.
I saw Dounreay's outlines in Highland skies,
I heard the oil drill's shrieking cries,
And Brahan's words were ringing in my ears.

But then I espied
Far away in the distance,
On some lonely, unspoilt isles,
A small peat fire
Extending its radiance
It kindled my heart inspite of the miles.

And I suddenly heard
A determined, clear note
Expressing confidence,
Promising hope,
And I knew it would rise
To a powerful song:
The lore of the wise
Joined with joy of the young.

1990