Текст песни Marching Mystery - Dougie Maclean
From
ship
to
shining
shore
Out
of
an
age
when
time
was
young
Across
the
silver
ocean's
floor
Their
endless
battle
has
begun
Chorus:
And
they
burn
upon
the
open
hand,
Blinding
all
who
see
They
feast
upon
the
desert
land,
Marching
on
They
burn
upon
the
open
hand,
Blinding
all
who
see
They
feast
upon
the
desert
land,
Marching,
marching,
marching
mystery
She
holds
her
weary
head
Her
heavy
horsemen
stand
alone
It's
for
the
living
and
the
dead
To
search
their
fortune
far
from
home
Chorus
There
is
majesty,
there
is
tragedy
all
in
its
place
Rank
and
file
ever
turning
and
moving
the
space
On
paths
of
black
and
gold
They
come
with
tales
too
dark
to
speak
But
the
fascination
holds
Compels
us
on
to
search
and
speak
Chorus
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