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Na Sgorran

We have seen solstices you have never seen,
waiting here in silence, standing patiently,
for the voice of winds to carry tales of old,
for shiny drops of rain to dress us up in gold.
And we have listened for those words,
spoken as slow as the seasons turned,
although each whisper is turning us to dust.
'Tis only right. 'Tis only just,
for we have long guarded the way the seasons spin,
and learnt the ways to end and to begin.

And we have seen solstices you too have seen,
as you try to decipher the patterns of your being.
We have watched you, seen all your deeds,
felt warmth of pyres, your bodies' heat,
dancing around the bonfires of many hogmanays,
celebrating moons to come, tributing old days.
We've grieved for those now long gone,
rejoiced for those we saw come,
adding new streaks to tartans made of old.
We know that you will break down-we know that you can hold.
'Tis only right. 'Tis time going by.
And waiting in our long goodbye
when we at last to earth return,
dyin' in the way the seasons turn,
we accept that this is how it should be.

We shall greet solstices you' ll never see.

Description
Na Sgorran

We have seen solstices you have never seen,
waiting here in silence, standing patiently,
for the voice of winds to carry tales of old,
for shiny drops of rain to dress us up in gold.
And we have listened for those words,
spoken as slow as the seasons turned,
although each whisper is turning us to dust.
'Tis only right. 'Tis only just,
for we have long guarded the way the seasons spin,
and learnt the ways to end and to begin.

And we have seen solstices you too have seen,
as you try to decipher the patterns of your being.
We have watched you, seen all your deeds,
felt warmth of pyres, your bodies' heat,
dancing around the bonfires of many hogmanays,
celebrating moons to come, tributing old days.
We've grieved for those now long gone,
rejoiced for those we saw come,
adding new streaks to tartans made of old.
We know that you will break down-we know that you can hold.
'Tis only right. 'Tis time going by.
And waiting in our long goodbye
when we at last to earth return,
dyin' in the way the seasons turn,
we accept that this is how it should be.

We shall greet solstices you' ll never see.