Sometimes when you journey
Through the pages of a book
You're taken places beyond words
You let them speak their truth
Today I've opened treasures
That my eyes could scarce believe
They're the words of confirmation
Everything that makes me sing

Summer comes to Sutherland
And you bend the Hazel bow
You harness up the ponies
And you head out on the road
By Kilbreck and Altnaharra
You journey to your rest
With the guiding might of Suilven
For the campsites of the west

No, your words are not of sentiment
Shallow or untrue
But wells of living water
From their clear deep sides we drew
The songs, the tin, the horses
This country's great and ancient wilds
Your faith in God, and man, and nature
And the keenness of your guile

So have you stood out on Coldbackie
At the time the sun goes down
Or upon the king of campsites
In the hills about Brae Tongue
That's when music filled your evenings
It's all so different now this world
For you were the summer walkers
And the fishers of the pearl

So as we close another chapter
That we label archive gold
Still the Conon flows each morning
And the dew falls on the sloe
But today you took me walking
Through a land that we have lost
While our children sit at websites
With no access to the cost 

And it's up by the Shin
And up by the Naver
And the long winding shores of Loch Maree
By Ben Hope and Ben Loyal
By Stack and by Arkle
The road reaches long now the summer is here