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FROM KOSOVO TO GLASGOW ©
Alan Paterson
Kilbarchan, Scotland
2004
In a high-rise flat in Glasgow toon
The bonnie wee lass plays a Scottish tune
She’s travelled many a mile fae Kosovo
From the bombs and the guns and the bullets-o
Her friends and family she’s left behind
A high price to pay for the wars of mankind
As she tightens the strings and rosins her bow
A tear from her eye tells her story-o
It’s five long years since he's left home
A frightened wee boy from Sierra Leone
His fingers on the chanter he begins to blow
The strathspeys rhythm keeps the time-o
The famine and the hunger he's left behind
He's looking for a place that’s colour blind
With his drones in tune he’s ready to go
He will banish the memories of the soldiers-o
The day will come when they can go back
They’ll take those steps along a well-worn track
And on that journey the music will go
As a Scottish tune fills the air-o
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