Singing breeze Singing breeze Carrying nothing Kissed by sunlight Carry my wishes Scatter my troubles
Leave the grey highway Slip through the forest Birch and pine Needle and catkin Shutting the sky out Speckles of sunlight
Evening sky How many colours How many colours Woodsmoke and silence Unsleeping river Silence and river
Wanting to share this Beautifully lonely Only I saw it Only I held it Stop this stone rolling Let the moss gather
Living as leaf-fall Living as boulder Keener than snowmelt Fuller than August Cradle of tree roots Mantle of mountain
Granite horizon Breezes will soothe you Whispering breezes Will you be listening Do you hear singing Do you hear forests
This is primarily a song lyric of mine; the tune has a kind of rythmic, chanting quality. An Laoigh - (Scots Gaelic - the calf of the red-deer) - is a placename from the foothills of the Cairgorm Mountains.