tierras escocesas van. Fantasmas y glorias, leyendas y glorias por tierras escocesas van. Fantasmas y glorias, leyendas y glorias por tierras escocesas
Creo que me enamorA© de los ojos de la chica de la falda escocesa. Creo que me enamorA© de los ojos de la chica de la falda escocesa. Y del glamour con
I jumped out of the fryin' pan And right into the fire When I lost me a cheatin' man And got a no account liar Swiped the old one for the new one Now
Te cubrira, te cubrira la niebla el frio que hay en ti escucha el ruido de las olas rompiendose en el mar. Tuviste que dejar volveras a sonar por ultima
Some will say it's too late so don't change the story There's too much at stake to grow Yesterday was so great, just bask in the glory Don't let your
Come gather in my lungs Scottish wind Belt out your blackest poems as the sea around you sings When the drone takes to the? air a single note to raise
Jose, get your bagpipes And head down to the square Seranade the passers-bye And you'll make some money there Jose came to this country Looking for a
In the beginning, there were answers Then they came along and changed All these questions and their answers seem to change So I'll wait 'til I find The
Gone, advice from a side road And a dying breath, yellow oak Big tall weeds and leaves of gold Now, a wasted clock hollow And I'm not the drowning man
Started out late In my dirty plaid coat Watched my heel Lift the dead satin dress From the ground One day I touched it with my hands And it scattered
My fingers touch the solid stones Strong and cold, they keep me from home Imprisoned like a wingless dove Far away from the land I love Lonely days count
Scots what ha'e wi' Wallace bled (who have with) Scots wham Bruce has aften led (whom Bruce has often) Welcome tae yer gory bed Or to victory Now's
A Scotsman clad in kilt left the bar one evening fair And one could tell by how he walked he'd drunk more than his share He staggered on until he could
Scots what ha'e wi' Wallace bled (who have with) Scots wham Bruce has aften led (whom Bruce has often) Welcome tae yer gory bed Or to victory Now
Well gather round people and I'll tell ye a story, a story so auld frae a time long gone by. It comes frae the highlands where the wind blows the
In the 18th century way up in the Highlands The British lion roared at Scotland with a henious plan The English pushed up from the South with murderous
Whiskey Scotch Whiskey I need my scotch whiskey And I'll drink my scotch whiskey Until the day I die Whiskey Scotch Whiskey I know my scotch Whiskey
Fly away with you oh darlin' fly away with me my baby Sing and play with you my friend sing and play with me my lover. Baby baby you're my really disco
