Will: Ronnie, d’ye wannae come tomorrow? Ronnie: Aye. Will: It’s all finished now, isn’t it? We’re still going. One more time to Strathault;
the clown and the wolfman.
Alone upon the hills and stone
Through summer sun and winter snow
The eagle he was lord above
And Rob was lord below
Two hundred forty years we lived
Without hope and without pride
So who will know where they come from
Who raised a torch for those who died
I will be with them
In the summer sun and the winter snow
They will come and clouds will go
And show that we are proud again
Though all we lost in autumn days
Cannot be born again
Stand here by me until the ways
Of age and youth are one and same
I will be with them
In the summer sun and the winter snow
They will come and clouds will go
And show that we are proud again
I will be with them
In the summer sun and the winter snow
They will come and clouds will go
And show that we are proud again
Alone among the hills and stone
Through summer sun and winter snow
The eagle he was lord above—Rob was lord below
