The Old Boys - Runrig
Written by：C.Macdonald
The old boys are leaving
Leaving one by one
Where young birds go flying
Spread your wings and run
But over the fields by the drystone walls
An eagle will come no more
Welcome were the headlands
St Valery behind
No medals worth wasting
On memories of sand
But sweet is the breeze over Ramsay
The morning awaits you there
Oh what kind of heroes
Here for us now
Where leaders stone preachers
Minnows on flow
But low hang the lights over viewfield
And this night will day see no more
The old boys are leaving
Leaving one by one
Where young birds go flying
Spread your wings and run
But over the fields by the drystone walls
And eagle will come no more
