It's Not For Me - Dougie MacLean

It was one summer morning when an old friend called in

He said I’m going to build a big house for all the little children

And I’ve sold all I had because of things I have seen

It’s just the good and the bad nothing in between

And it’s not for me that I’m trying to say what I mean

It’s not for me that I’m changing the way I have been

And it’s not for me that believing flies into the light

I will follow her flight

The media saints with their journalist jibe

Their broadcasting taints almost the whole of our lives

And the story will break and as it’s spun into view

The sacrifice that we make trades the false with the true

And it’s not for me that I’m trying to say what I mean

It’s not for me that I’m changing the way I have been

And it’s not for me that believing flies into the light

I will follow her flight