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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....

       Fidyca't