Dougie MacLean Follow

I can almost see the other side, my little lovely
On silent silver wings I dip and glide, my little lovely
America the eagle she has nurtured fear into my heart
Her cruel, her vice, temptation tears the very seeds of life apart
I can almost feel your loving eyes, my little lovely
Warming up these cold, these winter skies, my little lovely
I know there have been times when all my words are thrown back in my face
All these lover's crimes that leave standing naked in disgrace
I can almost hear the tumbling burn, my little lovely
As down the Buckney den she tips and turns, my little lovely
The sound of children's laughter, voices ever asking why and how
O those hills of home are getting so much clearer to me now
I can almost hear the other side
I can almost hear the other side..