Strathmore

	作曲 : Dougie MacLean
	作词 : Dougie MacLean
	I took a place in a farm in Strathmore
	To bring the harvest home and watch the nature roar
	And we’d rise at dawn in the sun’s clear light
	In the sun’s clear light

	And we’d start our day with a sleepy head
	Sat on the big wood bench in the tractor shed
	And the grieve would say lads it’s time to go
	O it’s time to go

	And it turns again endless and slow
	It turns again with every breath we blow
	For it’s the only thing we know

	Old Dave was first and we dare not leave
	Until his pipe was done and he’d rolled his sleeve
	And then we’d all set out to the far top field
	To the far top field

	Old Dave would bale and Tim and I would lead
	And we’d move the hay til our hands would bleed
	With a story told to keep our spirits high
	To keep our spirits high

	I took a place in a farm in Strathmore
	To bring the harvest home and watch the nature roar
	And we’d rise at dawn in the sun’s clear light
	In the sun’s clear light

	We’d work the while we’d sweat our brow
	And we’d take our piece on the hazel knowe
	It would taste so good and Old Dave would smile
	Old Dave would smile

	zuò qǔ : Dougie MacLean
	zuò cí : Dougie MacLean
	I took a place in a farm in Strathmore
	To bring the harvest home and watch the nature roar
	And we' d rise at dawn in the sun' s clear light
	In the sun' s clear light

	And we' d start our day with a sleepy head
	Sat on the big wood bench in the tractor shed
	And the grieve would say lads it' s time to go
	O it' s time to go

	And it turns again endless and slow
	It turns again with every breath we blow
	For it' s the only thing we know

	Old Dave was first and we dare not leave
	Until his pipe was done and he' d rolled his sleeve
	And then we' d all set out to the far top field
	To the far top field

	Old Dave would bale and Tim and I would lead
	And we' d move the hay til our hands would bleed
	With a story told to keep our spirits high
	To keep our spirits high

	I took a place in a farm in Strathmore
	To bring the harvest home and watch the nature roar
	And we' d rise at dawn in the sun' s clear light
	In the sun' s clear light

	We' d work the while we' d sweat our brow
	And we' d take our piece on the hazel knowe
	It would taste so good and Old Dave would smile
	Old Dave would smile