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  1. Castaways
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song written by George Abbott
adapted from a poem by Graham MacDougall.
recorded live at Crieff artspace.
performed by Journey North

Lyrics

Exported o'er the ocean in 1762
The past has gone before us
There's nothing we can do
A saltire lies in tatters smouldering on the ground
The heather's red with blood now
There's just an empty sound

But we're castaways
Just castaways
And such a long way from our homes
We're castaways
Just castaways
And such a long way from our homes

The mountains high
The lochs and glens
Are always on my mind
Who knows where we are heading
Who knows what we will find

Between the shores
Of mystery
Lie lands so far from home
Our kith and Kin they're among us
We'll never be alone

Our passion beats
Within our hearts
Our heads are full of pride
And all our tears will soon be dry
Till Homeword bound we fly