The wind sweeps our islands
from far away
to far away
The wind sweeps our islands
The flowers bloom
The leaves have sprung
The lambs grow fat
The wind sweeps our islands
A boat comes in
A flock of gulls follow
A possy of waves crest
The wind sweeps our islands
Unseen by eyes
the wind blows keenly
through the ruined abode
of those long gone
The wind sweeps our islands
The leaves rustle
on the rowan tree beside
the ruined abode
Those long gone
return in the wind
the incessant wind
The wind that sweeps our islands
Darkness comes
but never fully in June
blown away on
The wind that sweeps our islands
The wind sweeps our islands
from cold winter
through bitter spring
into promised summer
The wind sweeps our islands
