We took a little trip with Tony and Kip Far across the sea To our fathers' land with their troubled stand In the world's great comedy And the garrison stood like trees in the woods Midst the hunters and the prey We shook off the fright, sparked up a light Back to Amerikay The pale and troubled race Finding a home in this golden place The pale and troubled race North of the Tyne my ancient mind Woke inside of me The air on my skin was like an old friend Just like a memory And the blood that was spilled in these green and gray hills Flows inside of me I stand in the water and look at my daughter In the shadows of the family tree CHORUS In the Belladrum wild we discovered our tribe All the colorful tents in the meadows From the teepees rose a blue peat smoke And the whisky did flow from the river And we sang of the Golden Girl And the dancers did twist and swirl In the muddy black summer soil We were oh so alive and our spirits did thrive On the edge of the Arctic circle The pale and troubled race Finding my home in this golden place And I take a taste And the first one's strange And the second is plain And the third gets better And the hills in grow wetter With the mists in the heather And I climb with my daughter To the falling water And the sky overhead Is purple and red And I sing what I said Diddle di de de dode de di Diddle do de di diddle de di