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The Moor Speaks

Karine Polwart
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I am the moor, where the wind sings (Fala Flow, listen, listen) I am earth and I am water, I am sedge and I am sky I am all dead things (I am alive) You've skipped barefoot through my heather And lain down among the mosses With your fingers and your lusting and your soft pale bellies You've made love, and made life inside your dark, damp bodies As I have in mine You are all bog born Do not hold your breath in your fist Open your hand Do not hold your breath in your fist Open your hand Sphagnum palustre, with its lime-green and copper stars Sphagnum auriculatum, like clumps of rhubarb and custard The vibrant cherry-red of Sphagnum magellanicum And Hylocumium slpendens, glittering wood moss You are all bog born You are all bog born The nest of the plover is in the wooded copse My little one shall sleep and he shall have the bird The nest of the red hen is in the green, red-tipped heather My little one shall sleep and he shall have the bird The nest of the curlew is in the bubbling peat moss My little one shall sleep and he shall have the bird The nest of the skylark is in the track of Duaig My little one shall sleep and he shall have the bird Ma, ma, ma, ma, ma ma (ma, ma, ma, ma) (Ah) Tha thìde agam, Tha thìde agam My little one shall sleep (tha) My little one shall sleep (tha, ah) My little one shall sleep (tha, na) My little one shall sleep (ah, ah, o) Fala Flow (Fala Flow) Fala Flow (Fala Flow) Fala Flow (hey, hey, hey) Fala Flow Fala Flow (ah, ah, o) Tha thìde agam, Tha thìde agam Ah, ah, o (the nest of the plover is in the wooded copse) Ah (the nest of the red hen is in the green, red-tipped heather) Ah (o the nest of the skylark is in the track of Duaig) (sùil an uisge)