Under the sky

Under the sky

Under a Spanish sky

You overhang the sea

All is despair and night,

Your world rolls like a tide.

And you try, you try

To belong to this side

But you just don’t fit.

Don’t fight,

It’s only your pride

That wants to be right.

Under a Scottish sky

You stand upon your cliff

Mourning is not your morning.

Let your monsters sleep

In the lake of their grieving

And you try and you try

To belong to this side

But you just don’t fit.

Don’t fight,

It’s only your pride

That wants to be right.

Under every sky

I wish you to find your place

I wish you to swim in your lake

Hope you paint your forest

Full of joy and willows,

Full of heather and peace

Where the oaks are solid

And you gaze into the clearing.

Wish the voices of your past

Help you to see the light.

Hope the sound of the pipes

Makes you feel the love in your life.

And you try and you try

To belong to this side

But you just don’t fit.

Don’t fight,

It’s only your pride

That  wants to be right.