WHITEWASH
by:
Dougie Maclean
Old layers of time have buried the ways that the others
have grown
And though sturdy and strong his eyes open wide with
each new unknown
And O it’s for the earth that he screams in the night
He’s a servant of the seasons and the morning’s early
light
But the troubled one he says
CHORUS
Rescue me he says rescue me
On this mountain‘s the only place I can see clearly
Rescue me, rescue me
On this mountain’s the only place I can see clearly
He says rescue me
And see these guilty hands that envenom the soil and
take the like from his fields
But now these book-reddened eyes have discovered the
truth and what it conceals
And O it’s for the earth that he screams in the night
He’s a servant of the seasons and the morning’s early
light
But the troubled one he says
CHORUS
And so the plough it will turn and our hearts they will
burn for sair works nae easy
But O this circle stone and this buzzard dyke and this
great unknown
It goes on and on into the distance of time
And O it’s for the earth that we scream in the night
We’re servants of the seasons and the mornings early
light
But the troubled ones they say
CHORUS