Oh they tell their tales to the wide young eyes
Of the fertile plains and the cloudless skies
But honesty must take the strain

Where lies move fast like a roaring train

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And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail
On the trail of the survivor
And the trade winds blow through a burning soil

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


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And sleep will com, 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

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