Текст песни Dolina - Dougie Maclean
They
came
down
to
the
merchant
city
Where
the
privileged
lie
and
poverty
kills
They
came
a
long
road
of
pain
and
pity
And
where's
the
sense
for
the
highland
girls?
Dolina
like
a
little
child
Dolina
with
these
dreams
to
fill
Dolina
hill
run
and
wild
Where's
the
sense
for
a
highland
girl?
The
factory's
hard
it
takes
more
and
more
It's
no
exchange
for
the
curlew's
song
Or
the
buzzard's
cry
as
it
soars
and
soars
Or
your
family's
arms
when
it
all
feels
wrong
She
could
have
met
a
fine
young
soldier
She
could
have
taken
the
rich
man's
hand
She
could
have
let
the
devil
hold
her
She
could
have
left
for
some
distant
land
But
she
came
down
to
a
garden
valley
To
tend
the
earth
with
a
country
man
They
never
held
more
than
they
could
carry
And
their
children
grew
grew
to
understand
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