Post by Cameronian on May 2, 2003 21:51:38 GMT -6
Try wondering what a 'black hole' is out in eternal space, then relocate your thoughts to earth into another place
A void in space is distant, to which Science is attracted, it's not the void that gives concern with ownership protracted
The areas where the Highland lands call out to all who'll listn, that they were once a source of wealth, a homeland not a prison
The sudden rise of snowy heights, the lack of vegetation, have made a race of hardened men and women in this nation
They lived content with what was gained within their lands and labour, a simple life of basic needs which they were known to favour
Perhaps too proud, too tall, to bow, to changes of things foreign, they lived by codes of plaid & sword laid down by kilt and sporran
There's 'lazy-beds' located high on slopes of gorse and bracken, seen only now by few of those amongst the Munro's track'n
The Gillies walking up those slopes must wonder why the battle, for land made up of thicken growth that's only fit for cattle
Yet those who know this land so well 'tho have no claim to own it, can ask and wait the law to state just how did Scotland benefit
And so I wonder why this land now void of habitations, has lost so many of her own exiled to far off nations
Why did the need to clear them off become the whole intention, these people they knew little of, they didn't rate a mention
The time has come to call them home, to fill the void and seal it, those Highland lands are for Highland Clans to reinhabit, reinhabit...reinhabit.
A void in space is distant, to which Science is attracted, it's not the void that gives concern with ownership protracted
The areas where the Highland lands call out to all who'll listn, that they were once a source of wealth, a homeland not a prison
The sudden rise of snowy heights, the lack of vegetation, have made a race of hardened men and women in this nation
They lived content with what was gained within their lands and labour, a simple life of basic needs which they were known to favour
Perhaps too proud, too tall, to bow, to changes of things foreign, they lived by codes of plaid & sword laid down by kilt and sporran
There's 'lazy-beds' located high on slopes of gorse and bracken, seen only now by few of those amongst the Munro's track'n
The Gillies walking up those slopes must wonder why the battle, for land made up of thicken growth that's only fit for cattle
Yet those who know this land so well 'tho have no claim to own it, can ask and wait the law to state just how did Scotland benefit
And so I wonder why this land now void of habitations, has lost so many of her own exiled to far off nations
Why did the need to clear them off become the whole intention, these people they knew little of, they didn't rate a mention
The time has come to call them home, to fill the void and seal it, those Highland lands are for Highland Clans to reinhabit, reinhabit...reinhabit.