[00:10.95]The highlands and the lowlands[00:11.79]Are the roots my father knows[00:13.77]The holidays at Oban[00:24.09]And the towns around Montrose[00:27.00]But even as he sleeps[00:30.15]They're loading bombs into the hills[00:34.29]And the waters in the lochs[00:36.18]Can run deep but never still[00:46.44]I've thought of having children[00:49.53]But I've gone and changed my mind[00:57.57]It's hard enough to watch the news[01:01.56]Let alone explain it to a child[01:05.97]To cast your eye 'cross nature[01:09.87]Over fields of rape and corn[01:13.05]And tell him without flinching[01:15.57]Not to fear where he's been born[01:31.14]Then someone sat me down last night[01:37.68]And I heard Caruso sing[01:42.09]He's almost as good as Presley[01:48.57]And if I only do one thing[01:51.00]I'll sing songs to my father[01:54.81]I'll sing songs to my child[01:57.90]It's time to hold your loved ones[02:00.42]While the chains are loosed and the world[02:03.57]Runs wild[02:24.90]And even as we speak[02:28.02]They're loading bombs onto a white train[02:31.98]How can we afford to ever sleep[02:36.45]So sound again