Child of This Place
I'm a child of this place
Just a child of this place
And it is burned into this weathered face
And the dreams that fill these eyes
Yes the dreams that fill these eyes
Shine from Perthshire's wild and wondrous skies
I work the great fields, (that) stretch across Strathmore
Just like my father would, and his father before
N' through the seasons, I surely understand
My very soul grows from this fine and fertile land
I'm a child of this place
Just a child of this place
And it is burned into this weathered face
And the dreams that fill these eyes
Yes the dreams that fill these eyes
Shine from Perthshire's wild and wondrous skies
I work the hillsides, n the glens above the Tay
From early morning to the final light of day
N' with the curlews dusk enchanted song
I find the strength that keeps me gently moving on
I'm a child of this place
Just a child of this place
And it is burned into this weathered face
And the dreams that fill these eyes
Yes the dreams that fill these eyes
Shine from Perthshire's wild and wondrous skies
There are those who have to say
That only fools would come this way
But I don't hear them I'm not listening
When I'm holding you
So shut the curtain dim the light
I've travelled far, this weary night
I don't hear the world outside
When I'm holding you
I'm a child of this place
'm just a child of this place
And it is burned into this weathered face
And the dreams that fill these eyes
Oh yes the dreams that fill these eyes
Shine from Perthshire's wild and wondrous skies
Just a child of this place
And it is burned into this weathered face
And the dreams that fill these eyes
Yes the dreams that fill these eyes
Shine from Perthshire's wild and wondrous skies
I work the great fields, (that) stretch across Strathmore
Just like my father would, and his father before
N' through the seasons, I surely understand
My very soul grows from this fine and fertile land
I'm a child of this place
Just a child of this place
And it is burned into this weathered face
And the dreams that fill these eyes
Yes the dreams that fill these eyes
Shine from Perthshire's wild and wondrous skies
I work the hillsides, n the glens above the Tay
From early morning to the final light of day
N' with the curlews dusk enchanted song
I find the strength that keeps me gently moving on
I'm a child of this place
Just a child of this place
And it is burned into this weathered face
And the dreams that fill these eyes
Yes the dreams that fill these eyes
Shine from Perthshire's wild and wondrous skies
There are those who have to say
That only fools would come this way
But I don't hear them I'm not listening
When I'm holding you
So shut the curtain dim the light
I've travelled far, this weary night
I don't hear the world outside
When I'm holding you
I'm a child of this place
'm just a child of this place
And it is burned into this weathered face
And the dreams that fill these eyes
Oh yes the dreams that fill these eyes
Shine from Perthshire's wild and wondrous skies
Credits
Writer(s): Douglas Menzies Mac Lean
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