Old layers of time have buried the ways that the others have grown
And though sturdy and strong his eyes open wide with each new unknown
And O it’s for the earth that he screams in the night
He’s a servant of the seasons and the morning’s early light
But the troubled one he says
  [bad word] Rescue me he says rescue me
On this mountain‘s the only place I can see clearly
Rescue me, rescue me
On this mountain’s the only place I can see clearly
He says rescue me
 
And see these guilty hands that envenom the soil and take the life from his fields
But now these book-reddened eyes have discovered the [bad word] and what it conceals
And O it’s for the earth that he screams in the night
He’s a servant of the seasons and the morning’s early light
But the troubled one he says [bad word]  
And so the plough it will turn and our hearts they will burn for sair works nae easy
But O this circle stone and this buzzard [bad word] and this great unknown 
It goes on and on into the distance of time
And O it’s for the earth that we scream in the night
We’re servants of the seasons and the mornings early light
But the troubled ones they say [bad word]