There's a woman in the mountain
There's a woman in the hill
There's a woman in the mountain
Who knows this place well
There's a bird that's circling
And then roosting and watching
Every trickle unfolding
Every stream separating
Into soil and soul
Soul and sea
What will we leave, when we leave?
What will we leave, when we leave?
Life is a story
Between clan and stranger
Between landlord and crofter
Between saints and nature
It's the red of a fox cub
Bleeding in the hedgerow
And the red of our death chase
A tail-coated "Tally-Ho!"
And soil and soul
Soul and sea
What will we leave, when we leave?
What will we leave, when we leave?
Our time will tell
If the cuckoo call is sweeter than the church bell
Or the school bell or the factory bell
Our time will tell
Of Roman roads and standing stones
Then motorcars and rivers streaked
In petrol rainbows, tools and bones
And coins spilling down the side streets
There's a bird that's circling
And then roosting and watching
Every trickle unfolding
Every stream separating
There's a woman in the mountain
There's a woman in the hill
There's a woman in the mountain
Who knows this place well
And she's telling a story
Of clan and stranger
Of landlord and crofter
Of saints and nature
She's telling a story
Of clan and stranger
Of landlord and crofter
Of saints and nature
There's a woman in the mountain
There's a woman who's dying
She loosens her grip
And this whole island slips away
To soil and soul,
Soul and sea,
What will leave, when we leave?
What will we leave, when we leave?
Soil and soul
Soul and sea
What will we lose, if we lose?
What will we leave, when we leave?