Strathmore Songtext
von Dougie 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 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
And 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 hay till our hands would bleed
With a story told to keep our spirits high to keep our spirits high

And we'd work the while and we′d sweat our brow
And we'd take our piece on the hazel knowe
And it would taste so good and old dave would smile old dave would smile