Dougie Maclean - Strathmore lyrics

I took a place in a farm in Strathmore To bring the harvest home and watch the nature roar And we'd rise at dawn in the sun's clear light In the sun's clear light And we'd start our day with a sleepy head Sat on the old wood bench in the tractor shed And the grieve would say lads it's time to go It's time to go And it turns again, endless and slow It turns again, with every breath we blow For it's the only thing we know Old dave was first and we dare not leave Until the pipe was done and he rolled his sleeve And then we'd all set out to the far top field To the far top field And old dave would cut and tim and i would lead And we'd move the hay till our hands would bleed With a story told to keep our spirits high To keep our spirits high And it turns again, endless and slow It turns again, with every breath we blow For it's the only thing we know And we'd work the while and we'd sweat our brow And we'd take our piece on the hazel knowe And it would taste so good and old Dave would smile Old Dave would smile And it turns again, endless and slow It turns again, with every breath we blow For it's the only thing we know