Dougie MacLean - Marching Mystery Lyrics
From ship to shining shoreOut of an age when time was youngAcross the silver ocean's floorTheir endless battle has begunChorus:And they burn upon the open hand blinding all who seeThey feast upon the desert land marching onThey burn upon the open hand blinding all who seeThey feast upon the desert landMarching, marching, marching mysteryShe holds her weary headHer heavy horsemen stand aloneIt's for the living and the deadTo search their fortune far from homeChorusThere is majesty, there is tragedy all in its placeRank and file ever turning and moving the spaceOn paths of black and goldThey come with tales too dark to speakBut the fascination holdsCompels us on to search and speakChorus