Weather from elsewhere / becomes ours.
Last night a wind from Lammermoor came roaring up the glen
/ With the tramp of trooping horses and the laugh of…
Our silences become the better part of us.
Oh wert thou in the cauld blast,
/ On yonder lea, on yonder lea;
/ My plaidie to the angry…
A thoroughbred cyclone,
/ recently arrived in Cuba from the Bahama Islands.
/ It was raised in Bermuda,
/ but has relatives in Barbados.
/ It has been…
/ it’s hard to tell
/ the sound of the wind
/ from the sound of the waves
/ or the sound of the waves
/ from the…
Whenever the moon and stars are set,
/ Whenever the wind is high,
/ All night long in the dark…
M’oiteag cheòlmhor chaoin ’teachd deiseil nam bheitheach Samhraidh i,
/ mo stoirm chuain le dìle ’cur still ’s gach alltan domh,
/ a’ ghaoth…