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

CHORUS
From up here I’ve seen the 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.
From – Who Am I, Music and Lyrics by Dougie MacLean

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