on a clear moonless night.
They steer us through the darkest times
and keep the path in sight.
Whatever happens on the road ahead
that may pull us to the side.
Dreams will always guide us
as we swim against the tide.
Battles rage and wars are lost,
heads are bowed as they count the cost
But whilst star light shines from a blackened sky
and hope be born of a butterfly
Dreams above it all will rise
And no good thing ever dies.
Alba gu bràth
