Oh that I could hear the birds again
In the fields of Ardmorn
Where the sun lies over Scullom voe
And the mist silent all around.

Oh that I ccould see the bracken red
In the hills of Ardorn
And the moss-green in between
And the rain falling softly down.

Oh that I could scent the breeze again
In the fields newly turned
And the storm clouds high above
And the gulls circling all around.