Lyrics
Good luck trying to force your way through Gorse
Better setting out across a field of spears, lake of pikes
A sky of hawks, a hundred winters,
Better getting dealt a thousand scratches by a million splinters
Out of crags and hedges, cliffs and ledges
Gorse jags, spikes, crackles
Raised hackles, speaks sharply
Keep out, stay back, get off my land!
Good luck trying to force your way through Gorse
Space is braced for redstart, rabbit,
Wheatear, plover, life is harboured,
Criss-cross places, well-defended
Secrets kept within its limits
Each of us is partly of it.
Keep out, stay back, get off my land!
Keep out, stay back, get off my land!
Keep out, stay back, get off my land!
Above you fly the geese in motion
Solid by the rocks you focus
Eyes to meet your yellow show us
Humble as you are you harbour
Seeking love and giving shelter
Brighten dullest days with summer
Take in broken wings and cover
Looking in and looking out
Prickles protect fragile feathers
Seeking love and giving shelter
Good luck trying to force your way through Gorse
Bethany Porter, Jackie Morris, Jim Molyneux, Julie Fowlis, Karine Polwart, Kris Drever, Rachel Newton, Robert Macfarlane, Seckou Keita
Royalty Network