David

David, you left your home in Scotland
With a guiding star and testament
And David, you took that star from heaven,
Lighting up the darkest continent.
And David, you told your own sweet Mary
"this wilderness is calling out for me"
And, David, you wandered off to save them
Like a fisherman from Galilee.
And there in deaths dark vale
With fevered brow on fire,
You craved upon your face,
The sweet rain of Blantyre.
David, we know how much they loved you,
So many miles they bore you to the sea
And David, you're in the shrine of England.
Your heart remains where it longed to be.
And there in deaths dark vale
With fevered brow on fire
You craved upon your face
the sweet rain of Blantyre.
David, we know how much they loved you,
So many miles they bore you to the sea
And David, you're in the shrine of England,
Your heart remains where it longed to be.
David, David, David, David.