McCrimmon

Where England's mist lifts from her greening
A curlew croons in delight of this revealing
But my brown eyes in awe are gleaming
For what soon shall return to the beginning

In awe, in awe, in awe forever
War turns to peace all is forgiven
In awe once more to this great endeavour
Love ne'er grows cold when believing

Footprints in the road will guide our seeking
The meadows tune will aide our healing
For these old eyes can't see forever
But ll adore this land that keeps us feeling

In awe, in awe, in awe forever
War turns to peace all is forgiven
In awe once more to this great endeavour
Love ne'er grows cold when believing