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