Brave Boys - Wolfstone

Dance upon a blue day, boys

The machair flowers are white

Run across the golden sands

Just like the Rodal tide

Let winter pass unnoticed, boys

The warm rain of the Gael

Has fallen like a tide today

In the storm of Passchendaele

Look away, brave boys

No shame for you to run away

Look away, brave boys

Just be your father’s son

Look away, brave boys

No battle can be won today

Look away, brave boys

Just be your mother’s son

Petals they are falling, boys

Within a red hot blaze

You’ll take their kiss of liberty

And they’ll steal your loving days

And then they’ll drink MacLean wine, boys

With freedom’s clapping hands

When all the Aros flowers, boys

Lie in the fields of France

Look away, brave boys

No shame for you to run away

Look away, brave boys

Just be your father’s son

Look away, brave boys

No battle can be won today

Look away, brave boys

Just be your mother’s son

Look away, brave boys

No shame for you to run away

Look away, brave boys

Just be your father’s son