The Old Boys - Runrig

The old Boys

Are all 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 Raasay

The morning awaits you there

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 all 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