<b>Empty Glens</b> by <i>Runrig</i><br />ooking out on all that's been<br />
On all that is and all that's beyond time<br />
I close my eyes in isolation<br />
<br />
Here's where the word was sown<br />
All that's grown and all that's passed like ghosts<br />
Through the child to highland generations<br />
<br />
Now we walk in empty glens<br />
Rushes blowing in the wind<br />
A voice that's calling you again<br />
To come back home<br />
<br />
Where have they gone, where have they gone<br />
Gone to illusion everyone<br />
In the darkest heart, the pride of man<br />
Will walk alone<br />
<br />
Science breaking down the door<br />
And all the hoards go rushing through for more<br />
All the thrills of the world, and all her idols<br />
<br />
Here the water washed us clean<br />
A deeper peace for all our keenest sins<br />
Washed in these clear, clear crystal fountains<br />
<br />
Now we walk in empty glens<br />
Rushes blowing in the wind<br />
A voice that's calling you again<br />
To come back home<br />
<br />
Where have they gone, where have they gone<br />
Gone to illusion everyone<br />
In the darkest heart, the pride of man<br />
Will walk alone