Dougie MacLean - Strathmore

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I took a place in a farm in Strathmore
To bring the harvest home and watch the nature roar
And we’d rise at dawn in the sun’s clear light
In the sun’s clear light
And we’d start our day with a sleepy head
Sat on the old wood bench in the tractor shed
And the grieve would say lads it’s time to go
It’s time to go
And it turns again, endless and slow
It turns again, with every breath we blow
For it’s the only thing we know
Old dave was first and we dare not leave
Until the pipe was done and he rolled his sleeve
And then we’d all set out to the far top field
To the far top field
And old dave would cut and tim and i would lead
And we’d move the hay till our hands would bleed
With a story told to keep our spirits high
To keep our spirits high
And it turns again, endless and slow
It turns again, with every breath we blow
For it’s the only thing we know
And we’d work the while and we’d sweat our brow
And we’d take our piece on the hazel knowe
And it would taste so good and old Dave would smile
Old Dave would smile
And it turns again, endless and slow
It turns again, with every breath we blow
For it’s the only thing we know