作曲 : Dougie MacLean
作词 : Dougie MacLean
  It was one summer morning when an old friend called in 
 He said I’m going to build a big house for all the little children
 And I’ve sold all I had because of things I have seen
 It’s just the good and the bad, nothing in between 
 
 And it’s not for me
 That I’m trying to say what I mean
 It’s not for me that I’m changing 
 the way I have been
 It’s not for me that believing 
 flies into the light
 I will follow her flight
 
 Oh the media saints with their journalist jibe
 And their broadcasting taints almost the whole of our lives
 And the story will break and as it’s spun into view 
 The sacrifice that we make trades the false with the true