RED CLOVER

Intro

Aye

Watch the glen

Steady now

Verse 1

From the crags of the Cairngorms down to the lowland sweeping heather

I am walking through the bracken despite this biting winter weather

The salt upon the breeze brings a stinging to my eyes

Underneath the heavy iron of these restless northern skies

My boots are caked in mud from the track beside the Tay

While the ghosts of all my kin seem to follow on the way

Searching for a patch of red in a field of gray and brown

Far away from all the iron gates of some hollow burning town

Lads are drinking bitter ale while the pipes begin to moan

But I would rather face the mist and the mountains all alone

See the river running cold

See the story being told

See the secrets being sold

To the highest bidder on the street where the tall grass used to grow

I have seen the high peaks crumbling where the ancient spirits go

Chorus

Red clover on the hill

Standing perfectly still

Bloom in the morning

Despite the quiet warning

Red clover on the hill

Always finding a way to fill

Every crack in the stone

Every place I call my home

Verse 2

Stuttering my heartbeat skipping like a stone across the Loch

Timing every single movement to the ticking of the clock

But the clock is made of water and the gears are made of bone

Every King upon this soil is just a tenant on a throne

Rap about the struggle while the fiddle plays a jig

Digging for a piece of truth like a farmer tries to dig

For a root or for a memory that the ancestors forgot

While the winter tries to freeze every single thing I got

But the bloom is deep and sturdy and the color is a fire

Climbing up the granite walls like a green and tangled wire

Stronger than the wind

Longer than we sinned

Older than the kinned

Stories etched in mossy markers where the highland clans would sleep

Keeping promises that nature said that we were meant to keep

Chorus

Red clover on the hill

Standing perfectly still

Bloom in the morning

Despite the quiet warning

Red clover on the hill

Always finding a way to fill

Every crack in the stone

Every place I call my home

Bridge

Maybe it grows in the valley

Maybe it grows by the shore

Maybe it grows where they tally

The things we don't need anymore

Chorus

Red clover on the hill

Standing perfectly still

Bloom in the morning

Despite the quiet warning

Red clover on the hill

Always finding a way to fill

Every crack in the stone

Every place I call my home

Verse 3

Scatter the remains of the vanity we built across the peaks

While the water speaks in riddles and the iron hinge squeaks

On a door that leads to nothing but the open purple wild

Every man is just a memory and every ghost is just a child

Running through the thistle patches grabbing at the morning air

Trying to find a piece of grace in a valley of despair

But the petals keep their pigment and the stem is holding tight

Drinking up the silver vapor in the middle of the night

They can build their towering pillars and their monuments of slate

But the dirt is going to claim it all and it doesn't have a date

It doesn't have a name

It doesn't feel the shame

It doesn't play the game

It just pushes through the gravel where the concrete started to crack

Showing us the way ahead by never looking back

Outro

Across the glen

Through the mist

A red petal

A tight fist

Scotland blooming

Where it can

Beyond the reach

Of any man

Aye

Red clover

Steady now

End