| Song | Charlotte |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Who Am I |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| From Blair in Athol to Carolina's green and gold this way has found us | |
| For times to come and for time that's growing old the days roll around us | |
| And we'll drink to the wild ones to the laughter of the child ones | |
| To the ones who have broken away | |
| And we'll drink for their pleasure another Long Island measure | |
| And fall into another new day | |
| We wait for no-one we are howling at the moon and fate's destination | |
| With heads on fire we will turn another tune until dawn's restoration | |
| We may be lost we maybe can't stand still long enough to believe it | |
| But we share the cost and we'll wander on until it’s our time to leave it |
| From Blair in Athol to Carolina' s green and gold this way has found us | |
| For times to come and for time that' s growing old the days roll around us | |
| And we' ll drink to the wild ones to the laughter of the child ones | |
| To the ones who have broken away | |
| And we' ll drink for their pleasure another Long Island measure | |
| And fall into another new day | |
| We wait for noone we are howling at the moon and fate' s destination | |
| With heads on fire we will turn another tune until dawn' s restoration | |
| We may be lost we maybe can' t stand still long enough to believe it | |
| But we share the cost and we' ll wander on until it' s our time to leave it |
| From Blair in Athol to Carolina' s green and gold this way has found us | |
| For times to come and for time that' s growing old the days roll around us | |
| And we' ll drink to the wild ones to the laughter of the child ones | |
| To the ones who have broken away | |
| And we' ll drink for their pleasure another Long Island measure | |
| And fall into another new day | |
| We wait for noone we are howling at the moon and fate' s destination | |
| With heads on fire we will turn another tune until dawn' s restoration | |
| We may be lost we maybe can' t stand still long enough to believe it | |
| But we share the cost and we' ll wander on until it' s our time to leave it |