MABOU MINES, NOVA SCOTIA
Out of the hills and the Hebrides
Out of the mist and the melodies
Borne like a tunic
Worn like a wound
Haunting like a fiddle tune
Into the hills on the Margarees
Into the grist and the tapestry
Borne like a tunic
Worn like a wound
Haunted by the fiddle tunes
Scattered around the seven seas
Torn from the hills and the history
Borne like a tunic
Worn like a wound
Coming home to the fiddle tune