For a single year of 82, they flew from the USA
They left their homes and the ones they loved on the shore of America
Tech slogan is a fiddler, Greg Douglas played guitar
Red Roan, he's a singer, oh they rambled near and far
And the time had blew away, like footprints in the sand
They knelt and drank the grail from the holy wells of all our land
Oh the wine is fine in Italy, the champagne the best in France
The whiskey up in the Highlands, boys, we'll make you see
Sing and dance
Oh we wander like they wandered then on the road that never ends
Don't say goodbye, just adios until we meet again
And the time it disappears, like footprints in the sand
As we kneel and drink the grail from the holy wells of all our land
Skyicher, five and a half, this time around
Theagne, voltar en 거야 puente
Roy Diezzu'.
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Heading home from the Highland Hills, smell the heather and the pine
I'm gonna find that sweet little girl, the one I left behind
So wave goodbye to the ones you loved, God speed us on our way
The crack was mighty and we never slept until the dawning of the day
And the tide it slips away, like footprints in the sand
As we kneel and drink the grail from the holy wells of our land