We´re
the emigrant ones, not the last in the line
You´re your
father´s son, and I am mine
And all of our northwords turn
distant and small
In the end they mean nothing, no, nothing at
all
Right here´s the river´s source, and it flows
out to the world
And the heart of Caledonia is drowing in its
flood
Was there hunger in our striving, did the light shine in our
dark
Was everything we ever needed always right here from the
start
We stood on a hundred gangways, that´s the way
it´s always been
I walked out beyond Calvary with all my
kith and kin
In the war of the worlds we conquer and roam
Lie
the wounds that stay bleeding and raw in the soul
After the
raging flame, the embers burn slow
We´re leaving, leaving,
leaving, till there´s nowhere left to go
The seas, the
slums, the battlefields, the shipyards, the tides
The straths, the
glens, the drove roads, all the prairies and the mines
It´s
a still, autumn morning, and it covers Loch Meig
And all the trees
across the valley in a blaze of dying green
I´ve seen too
many tail-lights, didn´t need to say goodbye
We´re
just souls across a shrinking world in a distant starlit
night
Refrain:
Please believe me
Something in me
died
Leaving Strathconon
And your mountains behind
Please
belive me
Something in me died
Leaving Strathconon
And your
father´s home behind
Von Calum und Rory Macdonald
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