(Pipe Major Robertson / Alex Campbell)
Darkness is fading, the day it is daw'ing
The fields they are empty, nae workers the day
Farmers and young men, all have been going
To battles in lands that lie far away
Yet one day we'll see them come by the hillside
Husbands and sons will return to their homes
Yet still my heart grieves the price of their young pride
The widows and sweethearts left sadly to mourn
The call when it came found our menfolk aye ready
Each knew the reasons for war so they thought
Then came the doubting but still they were steady
Slow dying in cold clay, a-cursing their lot
Yet one day we'll see them there on the hillside
Though knowing in hearts they are but a dream
The grief in the long glen, the gloom at the fireside
Will pass like the spring breeze as never had been
Tune: Battle of the Somme