Lyrics Darien - Battlefield Band

Darien

God preserve us, Provost Anderson
From this burning black disaster
For the justice o the Lord is hard tae thole
He has wreaked an awful vengeance
On our wild and reckless schemes
His mighty finger flicks
And scatters dreams afore his mocking gaze
For Darien, Darien
Darien is dead
The city’s in a turmoil
There’s a whirlwind o rumour
And there’s panic in the eyes o Christian men
This thunderbolt is quakin'
Every corner o the land
And honst guidmen wring their hands
And raise thir faces heavenwards
For Darien, Darien
Darien is dead
We trusted you, John Anderson
And aw your wealthy freends
All your fine words
We’ve done danced aboot oor ears
Like a snowdrift in the desert
They are vanished in the void
It’s a sair and bitter harvest
That has brought us tae oor knees
Two thousand souls departed
A nation’s dream is gone
And King William’s loyal minions watched it die
And every wave from here tae there
Another penny gone
The coffers of auld Scotland
Are bled dry and hope is barren now
(For Darien) The new world beckoned us
(Darien) There is no second chance
(Darien is dead) We ventured into Panama
With heart and not with head
(Darien) We trusted Providence
(Darien) It has abandoned us
Now Darien is dead
Darien is dead
Darien is dead
Darien is dead
Darien is dead