Trail of the Survivor - Dougie MacLean

Oh they tell their tales to the wide young eyes

Of the fertile plains the cloudless skies

But honesty must take the strain

Where lies move fast like a roaring train

And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail

On the trail of the survivor

And the trade winds blow through a burning sail

On the trail of the survivor

And they make their moves around the virgin light

Leave their filthy stains on the clear and bright

But hope can never be restrained

Where freedom’s hand has been nailed and chained

And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail

On the trail of the survivor

And the trade winds blow through a burning sail

On the trail of the survivor

And sleep will come, it comes to us all

And some will fade and some will fall

But the distance gained is never gained at all

And Atholl’s children we rise and fall

And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail

On the trail of the survivor

And the trade winds blow through a burning sail

On the trail of the survivor

And the shy ones bleed while the sure ones fail

On the trail of the survivor

And the trade winds blow through a burning sail

On the trail of the survivor