The Hill Burns (River Dee)

Run the clear burns, run

Clear the burns run, run

From the gaunt heights they tumble

Through the unknown, running home

Run the clear burns, run

Clear the burns run, run

From the dark heights they thunder

Through the unknown, to the sea, running home

So, without sediment

Run the clear burns of my country

Fiercely pure, transparent as light

Gathered into its own unity

Lucent and without colour or green

Like clear deeps of air

And far below

Where the dark waters of Etchachan are wont to glint

An unfathomable void out of these mountains

Out of the defiant torment of Plutonic rock

Out of fire, terror, blackness and upheaval

Leap the clear burns, living water

Like some pure essence of being

Invisible in itself, seen only by its movement

Run the clear burns, run

Clear the burns run, run

From the gaunt heights they tumble

Through the unknown, running home

From the dark heights they thunder

Through the unknown, to the sea, running home