Strathmore - Dougie MacLean

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