Child Of This Place

Music and Lyrics by Dougie MacLean
Published by Limetree Arts and Music (MCPS and PRS UK)

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I’m a child of this place
Just a child of this place
It is burned into this weathered face
And the dreams that fill these eyes
Yes the dreams that fill these eyes
Shine from Perthshire's wild and wondrous skies

I work the great fields that stretch across Strathmore
Just like my father oh and his father before
And through the seasons I surely understand
My very soul grows from this fine and fertile land
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I work the hillsides in the glens above the Tay
From early morning to the final light of the day
And with the curlews dusk enchanted song
I find a strength that keeps me gently moving on
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There are those who have to say
That only a fool would come this way
But I don’t hear them I’m not listening
When I’m holding you
So shut the curtain dim the light
I’ve travelled far this weary night
And I don’t hear the world outside
When I’m holding yo

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