| We listened into the Iceage
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| And we built up man round the Picts
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| And the daybreak hammered out warning
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| To the weak
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| We dreamed on moor with passion
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| And on the long lochs bluer than eyes
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| 'Till the mists of bygone ages
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| Heard our cries
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| I’ve seen us among thousands
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| All of one name waiting to run
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| And when the charge came heather on heartbeat
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| Steel on gun
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| The old rock leaves us with fossil
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| From the ancient pagan rites
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| From the universal inroads
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| Back to Christ
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| Transmitting, transmitting
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| Breaking down the wire
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| Transmitting, transmitting
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| Breaking down the wire
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| As we look out over the morning
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| And the days of this life’s spring
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| And the joy of Gaelic’s lifeblood
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| Made me sing
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| Watching your beauty on this journey
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| With the lick of youth in your eyes
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| Let us sow this olden heartland
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| Reap in time
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| Transmitting, transmitting
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| Breaking down the wire
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| Transmitting, transmitting
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| Breaking down the wire |