Song | Rescue Me |
Artist | Dougie MacLean |
Album | Whitewash |
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Old layers of time have buried the ways that the others have grown | |
And though sturdy and strong his eyes open wide with each new unknown | |
And O it’s for the earth that he screams in the night | |
He’s a servant of the seasons and the morning’s early light | |
But the troubled one he says | |
Rescue me he says rescue me | |
On this mountain‘s the only place I can see clearly | |
Rescue me, rescue me | |
On this mountain’s the only place I can see clearly | |
He says rescue me | |
And see these guilty hands that envenom the soil and take the life from his fields | |
But now these book-reddened eyes have discovered the truth and what it conceals | |
And O it’s for the earth that he screams in the night | |
He’s a servant of the seasons and the morning’s early light | |
But the troubled one he says | |
And so the plough it will turn and our hearts they will burn for sair works nae easy | |
But O this circle stone and this buzzard dyke and this great unknown | |
It goes on and on into the distance of time | |
And O it’s for the earth that we scream in the night | |
We’re servants of the seasons and the mornings early light | |
But the troubled ones they say |
Old layers of time have buried the ways that the others have grown | |
And though sturdy and strong his eyes open wide with each new unknown | |
And O it' s for the earth that he screams in the night | |
He' s a servant of the seasons and the morning' s early light | |
But the troubled one he says | |
Rescue me he says rescue me | |
On this mountain' s the only place I can see clearly | |
Rescue me, rescue me | |
On this mountain' s the only place I can see clearly | |
He says rescue me | |
And see these guilty hands that envenom the soil and take the life from his fields | |
But now these bookreddened eyes have discovered the truth and what it conceals | |
And O it' s for the earth that he screams in the night | |
He' s a servant of the seasons and the morning' s early light | |
But the troubled one he says | |
And so the plough it will turn and our hearts they will burn for sair works nae easy | |
But O this circle stone and this buzzard dyke and this great unknown | |
It goes on and on into the distance of time | |
And O it' s for the earth that we scream in the night | |
We' re servants of the seasons and the mornings early light | |
But the troubled ones they say |
Old layers of time have buried the ways that the others have grown | |
And though sturdy and strong his eyes open wide with each new unknown | |
And O it' s for the earth that he screams in the night | |
He' s a servant of the seasons and the morning' s early light | |
But the troubled one he says | |
Rescue me he says rescue me | |
On this mountain' s the only place I can see clearly | |
Rescue me, rescue me | |
On this mountain' s the only place I can see clearly | |
He says rescue me | |
And see these guilty hands that envenom the soil and take the life from his fields | |
But now these bookreddened eyes have discovered the truth and what it conceals | |
And O it' s for the earth that he screams in the night | |
He' s a servant of the seasons and the morning' s early light | |
But the troubled one he says | |
And so the plough it will turn and our hearts they will burn for sair works nae easy | |
But O this circle stone and this buzzard dyke and this great unknown | |
It goes on and on into the distance of time | |
And O it' s for the earth that we scream in the night | |
We' re servants of the seasons and the mornings early light | |
But the troubled ones they say |