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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
Chorus:
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
Chorus
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
Chorus
