Broken Wings - Dougie MacLean

A tall tree turn and face the west

Oh we’re running with the wind

A high clifftop we’re waiting with the rest

For this journey to begin

But these broken wings won’t fly

These broken wings won’t fly

These broken wings won’t fly at all

And Oh how we laugh but maybe we should crawl

And ask to be excused

We shout loudly, have answers to it all

Oh but we have been refused

Girl child

You’re dancing with the stream

Growing with the silver trees

Your young questions

You ask me what it means

Oh but I am not at ease