Mother Scotland (feat. George Blagden, Earl Carpenter, Bradley Jaden, Tom Hier, Sam O'Rourke, Karl Queensborough & Paul Wilkins) [From "Lady M"]
We march in a line
Full of fine ale and wine
I'll look out for your life as if it were mine
Through the wind and the ice
We never think twice
We know how to fight for our cold paradise
Our souls will live on
We won't disappear
Dear Mother Scotland
Your children are here
We were born in these hills among thistles and mud
The seas of the north were made from our blood
Our fathers have gone
But they have passed on this beautiful world of clay and stone
Now this is our home
We'll never back down
Our tears run through rivers in every town
Our mountains stand tall protecting our land
Our hearts are the rhythm of waves on the sand
The stars in the these skies light fire in our eyes
And shine on the earth where our history lies
We march in a line
Full of fine ale and wine
I'll look out for your life as if it were mine
Through the wind and the ice
We never think twice
We know how to fight for our cold paradise
Our souls will live on
We won't disappear
Dear Mother Scotland
Your children are here
We were born in these hills among thistles and mud
The seas of the north were made from our blood
Our souls will live on
We won't disappear
Dear Mother Scotland
Your children are here
We were born in these hills among thistles and mud
The seas of the north were made from our blood
Made from our blood
Full of fine ale and wine
I'll look out for your life as if it were mine
Through the wind and the ice
We never think twice
We know how to fight for our cold paradise
Our souls will live on
We won't disappear
Dear Mother Scotland
Your children are here
We were born in these hills among thistles and mud
The seas of the north were made from our blood
Our fathers have gone
But they have passed on this beautiful world of clay and stone
Now this is our home
We'll never back down
Our tears run through rivers in every town
Our mountains stand tall protecting our land
Our hearts are the rhythm of waves on the sand
The stars in the these skies light fire in our eyes
And shine on the earth where our history lies
We march in a line
Full of fine ale and wine
I'll look out for your life as if it were mine
Through the wind and the ice
We never think twice
We know how to fight for our cold paradise
Our souls will live on
We won't disappear
Dear Mother Scotland
Your children are here
We were born in these hills among thistles and mud
The seas of the north were made from our blood
Our souls will live on
We won't disappear
Dear Mother Scotland
Your children are here
We were born in these hills among thistles and mud
The seas of the north were made from our blood
Made from our blood
Credits
Writer(s): James Winton Kirkwood Beeny, Gina Georgio
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