Strathmore

Strathmore - Dougie MacLean

Written by：Douglas Menzies MacLean/Jamie Duncan Walter MacLean

I took a place

In a farm in strathmore

To bring the harvest home

And watch the nature roar

And we'd rise at dawn

In the sun's clear light

In the sun's clear light

And we'd start our day

With a sleepy head

Sat on the old wood bench

In the tractor shed

And the grieve would say

Lads it's time to go

Oh it's time to go

And it turns again

Endless and slow

It turns again

With every breath we blow

For it's the only thing we know

Old dave was first

And we dare not leave

Until the pipe was done

And he rolled his sleeve

Then we'd all set out

To the far top field

To the far top field

And old dave would cut

And tim and I would lead

And we'd move the hey

Until our hands would bleed

With a story told

To keep our spirits high

To keep our spirits high

And it turns again

Endless and slow

It turns again

With every breath we blow

For it's the only thing we know

I took a place

In a farm in strathmore

To bring the harvest home

And watch the nature roar

And we'd rise at dawn

In the sun's clear light

In the sun's clear light

And we'd work the while

And we'd sweat our brow

And we'd take our piece

On the hazel know

And it would taste so good

And old dave would smile

Old dave would smile

And it turns again

Endless and slow

It turns again

With every breath we blow

For it's the only thing we know

And it turns again

Endless and slow

It turns again

With every breath we blow

For it's the only thing we know

The only thing we know

The only thing we know