Pale and Troubled Race

We took a little trip with Tony and Kip
 Far across the sea
 To our fathers' land with their troubled stand
 In the world's great comedy
 And the garrison stood like trees in the woods
 Midst the hunters and the prey
 We shook off the fright, sparked up a light
 Back to Amerikay
 The pale and troubled race
 Finding a home in this golden place
 The pale and troubled race
 North of the Tyne my ancient mind
 Woke inside of me
 The air on my skin was like an old friend
 Just like a memory
 And the blood that was spilled in these green and gray hills
 Flows inside of me
 I stand in the water and look at my daughter
 In the shadows of the family tree
 In the Belladrum wild we discovered our tribe
 All the colorful tents in the meadows
 From the teepees rose a blue peat smoke
 And the whisky did flow from the river
 And we sang of the Golden Girl
 And the dancers did twist and swirl
 in the muddy black summer soil
 we were oh so alive and our spirits did thrive
 on the edge of the Arctic circle
 The pale and troubled race
 Finding my home in this golden place
 And I take a taste
 And the first one's strange
 and the second is plain
 and the third gets better
 and the hills in grow wetter
 with the mists in the heather
 and I climb with my daughter
 to the falling water
 and the sky overhead
 is purple and red
 and I sing what I said
 diddle di de de dode de di
 diddle do de di diddle de di