Oh they tell their tales to the wide young eyes Of the fertile plains the cloudless skies But honesty must take the strain Where lies move fast like the roaring train
CHORUS And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail On the trail of the survivor And the trade winds blow through a burning sail On the trail of the survivor
And they make their moves around the virgin light Leave their filthy stains on the clear and bright But hope can never be restrained Where freedom’s hand has been nailed and chained CHORUS
And sleep will come, it comes to us all And some will fade and some will fall But the distance gained is never gained at all And Atholl’s children we rise and fall CHORUS