It's been a while since I've posted anything in this thread .... So :
Uisge Beatha III
I seek the braes, for their calming embrace
for the wind that longs to blow,
and the Bens for their lofty gaze
over moors to the sea
from where the clouds bring their weep,
and the wind to chill the heat of my blood.
I seek the burns, for their hues of peat
as they spring from the lings
and they cut to the stane,
afore they flow through the woods
of the ash and the birch and the pines;
and where the wind fills the boughs with sound.
I seek the stills, where the wash steams pure
in their hearts, and the casks are of oak
that were primed long ago.
There’s a time to pass and a nose to teach
and through the wood it’s drawn
for the wind to share with the Angels on high.
I seek the braes, for their calming face
for the wind that longs to blow,
and the Bens for their lofty gaze
over moors to the sea
from where the clouds bring their weep,
and the winds to chill; And the Water of Life to burn my blood.