Down the Buckney Den the Burn Crashes Down From
The Autumn Spate
The Gentle Hazels Rustle As They Bend and Sway
As They Laden Wait
My Fathers They Have Walked This Road
And Now I Know
And Yes Didn't They Know
There Is no Great and Heavy Load
And Now I Know
And Yes Didn't They Know

Fa La-a La La La-a
We Stand On Solid Ground On Solid Ground
Fa La-a La La La-a
We Stand On Solid Ground

Across the Arlick Face the Amber Sun Beats Down
To Tinge the Vivid Green
I Hear It Wide and Loud, Feel It Wild and Proud,
The Way It's Always Been
My Fathers They Have Looked This Way
And Now I Know
And Yes Didn't They Know
No Clever Words We Have to Say
And Now I Know
And Yes Didn't They Know

Fa La-a La La Etc.

Where Is the Honest Truth? Where Is the Open Road?
Where Is the Simple Smile?
A Couthie Word Or Two For the Passing Stranger
Who May Rest a While
My Fathers They Have Said These Things
And Now I Know
And Yes Didn't They Know
The Joy That Shared Friendship Brings
And Now I Know
And Yes Didn't They Know

Fa La-a La La Etc.

It's the Land-it Is Our Wisdom
It's the Land-it Shines Us Through
It's the Land-it Feeds Our Children
It's the Land-you Cannot Own the Land
The Land Owns You