Текст песни The Old Boys

The old Boys Are all leaving Leaving one by one Where young birds go flying Spread your wings and run But over the fields By the drystone walls An eagle will come no more Welcome Were the headlands St Valery behind No medals worth wasting On memories of sand But sweet is the breeze Over Raasay The morning awaits you there What kind Of heroes Here for us now Where leaders, stone preachers Minnows on flow But low hang the lights Over Viewfield And this night will day see no more (Chorus)