More Info Head of ribbons running down the brae in the morning In the morning
Barefoot sisters and a milking pail turning around
At the weekend the boats come in from the herring from the herring
Wives and families and the table laid turning again
Forever you'll be eyes blue in the circle of your youth
Picking every blade of truth down the Newton road
War is over and the boys come home from the fighting from the fighting
And the letters and a great unknown turning again
