There's thunder clouds around the hometown bay As I walk out in the rain Through the sepia showers And the photoflood days I caught a fleeting glimpse of life And though the water's black as night The colours of Scotland leave you young inside There's a vision coming soon Through the faith that cleans your wound Hearts of olden glory will be renewed Down the lens where the headlands stand I feel a healing through this land A cross for a people Like wind through your hands There must be a place under the sun Where hearts of olden glory grow young