Expectation - Dougie MacLean

To chase the reasons

We are stranded one by one

What did we expect to find here?

What did we expect to find?

Ragged strands of freedom

We trust to the forces that move us along

Revealing the time of wild growing fears

Of restless made rhyme of innocent years

Was it the gentle ones?

Was it the folding light?

Or was it the fire that burns

Turning it all into the summer night?

To face the seasons

And yet stand so far away

How could we have been so blind here?

How could we have been so blind?

Another chance has opened

We want to believe in the journey we’re on

We trust to the smiles of the old and the wise

Uncovered in time to reflect in our eyes

Was it the gentle ones?

Was it the folding light?

Or was it the fire that burns

Turning it all into the summer night?