There4s thunder clouds round the hometown bay,
As I walked out in the rain,
Through the sepia showers,
And the photoflood days.
I caught a fleeting glimpse of life,
And through the water4s black as night,
The colours of Scotland
Leave you young inside.
F C G
There must be a place under the sun,
a F C G
Where hearts of olden glory grow young.
There4s a vision coming soon
Through the faith that cleans your wound,
Hearts of olden glory
Will be renewed.
Down the lens where the headlands stand,
I feel healing through this land,
A cross for the people,
Like wind through your hands.