Scotland
Poor Mother of us all
You have left an open grave for me
You don't know who you are
Sorrow is a modern ecstasy
Scotland
We will fight and we will toil
Though our tears now flood the soil
And we'll drink to brighter days
Through the blood and through the haze
Oh give your sorrow words
For the grief that does not speak
Whispers to the heart and bids it now to break
Scotland
Underneath the yoke
Everyday another wound to bear
Can you hear the cry?
That rises up to heaven and rends the air
Can you hear our prayer?
Heaven rest you now
Receive what cheer you may
For the night is long enough
That never finds the day
You comfort me in dreams
But when, at last, I wake
You're nowhere to be seen
And it's more than I can take
Scotland
Writer/s: Karl Digerness
