The Old Boys

The old boys are leaving
Leaving one by one
Where young birds go flying
Spread your wings and run
But over the fields by the drystone walls
An eagle will come no more

Welcome were the headlands
St valery behind
No medals worth wasting
On memories of sand
But sweet is the breeze over Raasay
The morning awaits you there

What kind of heroes
Here for us now
Stone leaders, stone preachers
Minnows on flow
But low hang the lights over viewfield
And this night will day see no more

The old boys are leaving
Leaving one by one
Where young birds go flying
Spread your wings and run
But over the fields by the drystone walls
This eagle will come no more