It's one of these mornings when the clouds hang low
But the heavens never open
It's one of these days when everything you know
Weighs heavy on your mind
The tide retreats as though it's on the run
Camusdarach waiting on the sun
A cycle that you know is never done
What do we know
About the footsteps on the mountains that we climb?
In a world that keeps on spinning all the time
All the time, through our time
What do we know
About the footsteps on the mountains that we climb?
And the remnants of a future left behind
Left behind, in our time
It's one of these days you slowly lift your eyes
And the panorama's silver
It's one of these morning when the Cuillins rise
Straight up out of the sea
Looking at the clouds so peacefully
You smile at all the faces that you see
And wish that things had turned out differently
What do we know
About the footsteps on the mountains that we climb?
In a world that keeps on spinning all the time
All the time, through our time
What do we know
About the footsteps on the mountains that we climb?
And the remnants of a future left behind
Left behind, in our time
Looking at the sky so peacefully
You sigh and wish it turned out differently
But you know that it was never meant to be
An aithne dhuinn nì
Mu na lorgan th' air na beanntan fo ar sùil?
Ann an saoghal a nì caran fad na h-ùin'
Fad na h-ùin', fad ar siubhail
An aithne dhuinn nì
Mu na lorgan th' air na beanntan fo ar sùil?
Agus fuigheall na bha 'n dàn dhuinn air ar cùl
Left behind in our time
