There's thunder clouds

Round the hometown bay

As I walk out

In the rain

Through the sepia showers

And the photoflood days

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Of life

And though the water's

Black as night

The colours of Scotland

Leave you young inside

There's a vision

Coming soon

Through the faith

That cleans your wound

Hearts of olden glory

Will be renewed

Down the lens

Where the headlands stand

I feel a healing

Through this land

A cross for a people

Like wind through your hands

There must be a place

Under the sun

Where hearts of olden glory

Grow young