Over the mountains and out across the trees On weathered wings he soars into the edges of the breeze Over the water and out across the fields With eagle eye he watches he's seeing what our hearts can never see And he speaks to me From up here I've seen your broken truth I have heard that old eternal lie From way up here I've seen the wasted youth From up here I've heard the old man cry Saying who am I? Through the hazels and along the Druthy burn On feathered feet she's silent as to her young ones she returns Over the moon and up the Ben-A-Caly hill On her lookout rock she watches she's seeing what our hearts can never see And she speaks to me From up here I've seen your broken truth I have heard that old eternal lie From way up here I've seen the wasted youth From up here I've heard the old man cry Saying who am I? Life touches nothing life teaches what it can It can hold us all to ransom the woman and the man Over the mountains and out across the trees On weathered wings he soars into the silence on the edges of the breeze And he speaks to me From up here I've seen your broken truth I have heard that old eternal lie From way up here I've seen the wasted youth From up here I've heard the old man cry Saying who am I?