We took a little trip with Tony and Kip
Far across the sea
To our fathers’ land with their troubled stand
In the world’s great comedy
And the garrison stood like trees in the woods
Midst the hunters and the prey
We shook off the fright, sparked up a light
Back to Amerikay
The pale and troubled race
Finding a home in this golden place
The pale and troubled race
North of the Tyne my ancient mind
Woke inside of me
The air on my skin was like an old friend
Just like a memory
And the blood that was spilled in these green and gray hills
Flows inside of me
I stand in the water and look at my daughter
In the shadows of the family tree
CHORUS
In the Belladrum wild we discovered our tribe
All the colorful tents in the meadows
From the teepees rose a blue peat smoke
And the whisky did flow from the river
And we sang of the Golden Girl
And the dancers did twist and swirl
in the muddy black summer soil
we were oh so alive and our spirits did thrive
on the edge of the Arctic circle
The pale and troubled race
Finding my home in this golden place
And I take a taste
And the first one’s strange
and the second is plain
and the third gets better
and the hills in grow wetter
with the mists in the heather
and I climb with my daughter
to the falling water
and the sky overhead
is purple and red
and I sing what I said
diddle di de de dode de di
diddle do de di diddle de di

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