The Silent Stone ( 1993 )
A little piece of your future this side of the border line
is all she ever needs
A word from her memory, spoken in life support
saves her as she bleeds
We scan horizons, cry for the homeless heroes
our eyes are everywhere but here
Willing to stand up and be our brother's keeper
as Scotland disappears
We rush to celebrate the borders passing
we reach out everywhere to find our home
when we become the ones we often envy
who's tears will fall upon the silent stone ?
A little piece of your history in among all the fables
is shining bright and clear
Wings on the four winds carried an infant nation
from everywhere to here
So where are you hiding ashamed of your own folly
just waitin' for the day
voices are lifted, pen is put to paper
how many know the way ?
We rush to celebrate....