The wheels keep turning. The

road stretches north and south.

The wheels keep moving. Like the

globe they keep turning around.

The wheels keep turning. Through

each country land and sea.

Through the glents and the

cities towards the place that

you call your own. This is the

big wheel that never stands

still. Turning our youth to old

age. Tonight the road reaches

out before us and the present

time is the only time we have.

Many are the days that have

gone. The wind blowing through

the dust of the earth. Many are

the days that the sun rose on us

Standing in the barley when we

were young. Joyful. Joyful.

Running through the fields as

they grew. Ripe. Golden. Looking

towards the open skies waiting

for the journey. Glasgow.

Edinburgh. Invernes. Stirling.

Stornoway. Aberdeen.

Fort-William. Dundee. London.

Germany. Ireland. America. The

big wheel. The big wheel