作曲 : Dougie MacLean
作词 : Dougie MacLean
  I took a place in a farm in Strathmore
 To bring the harvest home and watch the nature roar
 And we’d rise at dawn in the sun’s clear light
 In the sun’s clear light
 
 And we’d start our day with a sleepy head
 Sat on the big wood bench in the tractor shed
 And the grieve would say lads it’s time to go
 O it’s time to go
 
 And it turns again endless and slow
 It turns again with every breath we blow
 For it’s the only thing we know
 
 Old Dave was first and we dare not leave
 Until his pipe was done and he’d rolled his sleeve
 And then we’d all set out to the far top field
 To the far top field
 
 Old Dave would bale and Tim and I would lead
 And we’d move the hay til our hands would bleed
 With a story told to keep our spirits high
 To keep our spirits high
 
 I took a place in a farm in Strathmore
 To bring the harvest home and watch the nature roar
 And we’d rise at dawn in the sun’s clear light
 In the sun’s clear light 
 
 We’d work the while we’d sweat our brow
 And we’d take our piece on the hazel knowe
 It would taste so good and Old Dave would smile
 Old Dave would smile