McCrimmon

Where England's mist lifts from her greening

A curlew croons in delight of this revealing

But my brown eyes in awe are gleaming

For what soon shall return to the beginning

In awe, in awe, in awe forever

War turns to peace all is forgiven

In awe once more to this great endeavour

Love ne'er grows cold when believing

Footprints in the road will guide our seeking

The meadows tune will aide our healing

For these old eyes can't see forever

But ll adore this land that keeps us feeling

In awe, in awe, in awe forever

War turns to peace all is forgiven

In awe once more to this great endeavour

Love ne'er grows cold when believing