The snow hare hides in
the mountain moss, oh the sleet is falling
The snow hare hides in
the mountain moss, oh the dark is rising
By the cairn of the
goose he hunkers down in the heather
He longs for the veil
of snow to come and cover him over.
The hare he waits on
the highest hill, but the snow is no more falling
The hare he waits on
the highest hill, oh the dark is rising
By the rock of the stag
he shelters in from the weather
He prays for the veil
of snow to come and cover him over.
The hare turns white as
the year turns black, oh the rain is falling
The hare turns white as
the year turns black, oh the dark is rising
By the loch of the
birds he hunkers down in the heather
He waits for the veil
of snow to come and cover him over.
The mountain hare, or snow hare, the only truly Arctic
animal of Scotland is under threat due to rapid ecological shifts. A creature
that has evolved winter camouflage becomes immensely vulnerable when the snows
don’t come as they used to. This song, led by Julie Fowlis and Karine Polwart,
speaks to that fragility.
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