Marching Mystery - Dougie MacLean

The Dougie Maclean Collection

Marching Mystery

>From ship to shining shore

Out of an age when time was young

Across the silver ocean’s floor

Their endless battle has begun

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And they burn upon the open hand blinding all who see

They feast upon the desert land marching on

They burn upon the open hand blinding all who see

They feast upon the desert land

Marching, marching, marching mystery

She holds her weary head

Her heavy horsemen stand alone

It’s for the living and the dead

To search their fortune far from home

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There is majesty, there is tragedy all in its place

Rank and file ever turning and moving the space

On paths of black and gold

They come with tales too dark to speak

But the fascination holds

Compels us on to search and speak

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