Fidyca't

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....

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