Letra de Waiting for the Wheel to Turn

Living in a place with timeLiving in a place where reality isStanding on a big broad lineWatching it all go byAh, but you're taking it all awaythe music, the tongue and the old refrainsYou're coming here to playand you're pulling the roots from a dying ageRemember the Buachaille Morreaching for the skies from the barren shoresWatching over the village of burnsand counting the days since the gael kept homebut the stranger claims it nowsitting like a king with his gold from the southdon't you see the waves of wealthwashing away the soul from the landChorusHere come the Clearances my friendsilently our history is coming to life againWe feel the breeze from the shore to comeand up and down the coastwe're waiting for the wheel to turnFree were the fields of fernFree was the fishing in the coves of careempty are the homes of oldempty for the sake of summer's causeYes, you're taking it all awaythe music, the tongue and the old refrainsyou're coming here to playand you're pulling the roots from a dying age