Dougie Maclean - Marching Mystery lyrics

From ship to shining shore Out of an age when time was young Across the silver ocean's floor Their endless battle has begun And they burn upon the open hand Blinding all who see They feast upon the desert land Marching on They burn upon the open hand Blinding all who see They feast upon the desert land Marching, marching, marching mystery She holds her weary head Her heavy horsemen stand alone It's for the living and the dead To search their fortune far from home And they burn upon the open hand Blinding all who see They feast upon the desert land Marching on They burn upon the open hand Blinding all who see They feast upon the desert land Marching, marching, marching mystery There is majesty, there is tragedy All in its place Rank and file ever turning And moving the space On paths of black and gold They come with tales too dark to speak But the fascination holds Compels us on to search and speak And they burn upon the open hand Blinding all who see They feast upon the desert land Marching on They burn upon the open hand Blinding all who see They feast upon the desert land Marching, marching, marching mystery