Capercaillie Waiting For The Wheel To Turn Lyrics

Waiting For The Wheel To Turn Lyrics

Living in a place with time  
Living in a place where reality is  
Standing on a big broad line  
Watching it all go by  
Ah, but you`re taking it all away  
The music, the tongue and the old refrains  
You`re coming here to play  
And you`re pulling the roots from a dying age  
 
Remember the Buachaille Mor  
Reaching for the skies from the barren shores  
Watching over the village of burns  
And counting the days since the gael kept home  
But the stranger claims it now  
Sitting like a king with his gold from the south  
Don`t you see the waves of wealth  
Washing away the soul from the land  
 
Chorus  
 
Here come the Clearances my friend  
Silently our history is coming to life again  
We feel the breeze from the storm to come  
And up and down the coast  
We`re waiting for the wheel to turn  
 
Free were the fields of fern  
Free was the fishing in the coves of care  
Empty are the hornes of old  
Empty for the sake of summer`s cause  
Yes, you`re taking it all away  
The music, the tongue and the old refrains  
You`re coming here to play  
And you`re pulling the roots from a dying age...