The highlands and the lowlands are the routes my father knows

The holidays at Oban and the towns around Montrose

But even as he sleeps they ＇ re loading bombs into the hills

And the waters in the lochs can run deep but never still

I ＇ ve thought of having children but I ＇ ve gone and changed my mind

It ＇ s hard enough to watch the news let alone explain it to a child

To cast your eye cross nature over fields of rape and corn

And tell him without flinching not to fear where he ＇ s been born

Then someone sat me down last night and I heard Caruso sing

He ＇ s almost as good as Presley and if I only do one thing

I ＇ ll sing songs to my father I ＇ ll sing songs to my child

It ＇ s time to hold your loved ones while the chains are loose

And the world runs wild

But even as we speak they ＇ re loading bombs onto a white train

How can we afford to ever sleep so sound again