| Song | It Belongs to Us |
| Artist | Dougie MacLean |
| Album | Marching Mystery |
| 作词 : Maclean | |
| It stands within a time of dreams | |
| Engraven stone on which it seems | |
| Ten thousand naked hands have drawn an endless line | |
| Where man and earth were more than one | |
| With fire water moon and sun | |
| We touch it and we're centred in this place and time | |
| They try and tear it all away | |
| But turning heads don't hear what heavy hearts must say | |
| It belongs to us, it belongs to us | |
| It's our sacred rock you hold | |
| And it's our destiny that you have thrown away | |
| It's our sacred rock you hold | |
| These canyons where our ancients sleep | |
| They rise above our heads and keep | |
| Connection with the winds on which our seeds have come | |
| And it's there we lay and rest our dead | |
| It's there the last goodbyes are said | |
| We see it and we know that we will all be one | |
| You may think it's worthless, you may think it's small | |
| And for that we have no need | |
| But reality is bigger than the lies you have grown | |
| From your spiritless greed | |
| There is a deep and distant force | |
| That knows the way and holds the course | |
| We've travelled so uncertainly through year to year | |
| And it strengthens as we pass it on | |
| Our children growing graceful strong | |
| We feel it and we're certain that our way is clear |
| zuò cí : Maclean | |
| It stands within a time of dreams | |
| Engraven stone on which it seems | |
| Ten thousand naked hands have drawn an endless line | |
| Where man and earth were more than one | |
| With fire water moon and sun | |
| We touch it and we' re centred in this place and time | |
| They try and tear it all away | |
| But turning heads don' t hear what heavy hearts must say | |
| It belongs to us, it belongs to us | |
| It' s our sacred rock you hold | |
| And it' s our destiny that you have thrown away | |
| It' s our sacred rock you hold | |
| These canyons where our ancients sleep | |
| They rise above our heads and keep | |
| Connection with the winds on which our seeds have come | |
| And it' s there we lay and rest our dead | |
| It' s there the last goodbyes are said | |
| We see it and we know that we will all be one | |
| You may think it' s worthless, you may think it' s small | |
| And for that we have no need | |
| But reality is bigger than the lies you have grown | |
| From your spiritless greed | |
| There is a deep and distant force | |
| That knows the way and holds the course | |
| We' ve travelled so uncertainly through year to year | |
| And it strengthens as we pass it on | |
| Our children growing graceful strong | |
| We feel it and we' re certain that our way is clear |