Verse 1 Before the stone, before the name, the water knew our breath. It rose from dark and carried light through life, through loss, through death. We come with hands made open wide, no vow, no spoken plea, The stream moves on, and in its flow it teaches how to be. Verse 2 We wash the dust of restless days from skin and from the mind, The past grows quiet at the spring, the heart is left behind. No answers given, none required, no judgment, no command, The water takes what weighs us down and gives us back our stand. Chorus (Gàidhlig) Uisge beò, uisge glan, thoir an solas dhuinn a-rithist. Uisge beò, uisge slàn, ceangail cridhe ris an talamh. Verse 3 The source knows sorrow, knows our joy, has seen us come and go, It holds the names we never speak, the things we dare not know. We leave a stone, a breath, a wish, then turn without a sign, For healing is not something taken, it is remembering time. Bridge (quiet) Not every wound needs words or fire, not every soul a cure. Some are mended standing still where water runs in pure. Final Chorus (Gàidhlig) Uisge beò, uisge glan, cum ar sgeul anns an t-sruth. Uisge beò, uisge slàn, thoir dhuinn sìth is neart ùr. Outro (Instrumental – harp, low whistle, fading water sound)
