The Kirk (1997)
You carry my name at the Fit O' The Toun,
your door lies open still
and you'll never give up till I kneel on your floor and tho' I never will
Oh the echo remains from my parents belief - I turn from the sea to hear
through air that is rich in Smokies and haar, the bell that seeks my ear
Oh, that simple message, white lies through the years
should have died from disenchantment, washed away in tears
but I don't care, no I don't care, you were good for me
I remember the book, the text we learned
kept our lives on track
When I found the truth, the wound was deep
but you knew I'd be back
So I climb this rock and when I fall
you never shout the word
For you know the myth grows wild in me
God knows it's absurd
Oh, that simple message, white lies through the years....
Fidycat