Where the Scots Pine Grow

Campbell, Bridgegate Music

For all the good, honest, ordinary Scots folk who made our land, and similarly contributed to many other nations the world over…

(E) Take me  (E(D#))where, the  (C#m) Scots Pine  (A) grow, 

(E) to the  (E(D#))land that  (C#m) fills my  (A) soul

(E) Let me  (G#m6)see the  (A) grand des(E) ign,

the warp and  (B7) weft in the  (A)strands of  (B7) time

We  (E)watched them  (E(D#))come, we  (C#m) watched them  (A) go,

the (E) honest (E(D#))folk the  (C#m) seeds they  (A) sew

(E) They (G#m6)made this  (A) precious (E) land,

kith and  (B7) kin, (A) heart and  (B7) hand

So  (E) fa–re (G#m)you (B7) well, you  (E) ran (G#m)out of  (B7) time

(E) Fa-re (G#m) you (B7) well, you  (A) made this land of  (B7) mine

The old boys they all knew the way, they’ve seen it all some would say
So stop and listen can’t you hear, their words of wisdom on your ear
The moths that circle round the flame, it’s just a thing you can’t explain
A head, a heart, a clear true eye, they would never pass you by

So fare you well, you ran out of time
Fare you well, you made this land of mine

Out on the strands, along the roads, their heart it lives their spirit bold
And by the side of Scotland’s best, missed and loved their heads they rest
And did you see the grand design, what made them stand out in time
They sang their mystic melody, and carved their Celtic tapestry

So fare you well, you ran out of time
Fare you well, you made this land of mine
So fare you well, you ran out of time
Fare you well, you made this land of mine