LOWLANDER (1997) From Angus to Glasgow, from boyhood to a workin man you fed him, you kept him as only the lowlands can. He worked hard, respected you, prospects for living fine just prayed for a miracle when he touched the highland line Stolen glimpses in the footsteps of his father keep his fingers on the window sills of hope He counts his days listing the lost ambitions and only one still touches his soul He sees those hills climb upwards forever the past is warm, his future is cold He tries to remember his children when they were small His hands hold their photograph but it can't relate at all He chases tomorrow, as if he needs another day for sea cliffs and rock riffs to shelter from rain in May....

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