Dougie MacLean; Solid Ground

Down the Buckney den the burn crashes brown
From the Autumn spate
The spreading hazels rustle as they bend and sway
As they laden wait

My fathers they have walked this road
And now I know, And yes didn't they know
There is no great and heavy load
And now I know, And yes didn't they know

Fa la-a la la la-a
We stand on Solid Ground, on Solid Ground
Fa la-a la la la-a
We stand on Solid Ground, on Solid Ground

It's the land - it is our wisdom
It's the land - it shines us through
It's the land - it feeds our children
It's the land - you cannot own the land
The land owns you