Kirkconnell Flow Lyrics

as a grieving outsider I slowly did go to the wetland they speak of as kirkconnell flow there was rain all the morning sure turning to snow and the wind from the firth held new ice in its blow but I could not weep in this secret of pine so bitter and twisted my heart drowned in brine and the danger of living in a wildness of time is in losing your way in the mountains you climb there is fear to the east there is sand to the west there are children in rage who have never been blessed there are women and men who have nowhere to go and the wind is still moaning through Kirkconnell flow.