Tell Balgeary, Balgury Is Dead

It's been a hard road but there's no turning back

And there's no end in sight to this darkening night and that's a sad fact

I hear you come down to the graves at Inchigeela

For to walk through the stones of the names we have known, and there I'll meet you

I'm laying out the table for to welcome you back home

I'm calling on the angels for to lighten up your load

I'm calling on the majors to end this general despair

In the graveyard at Inchigeela, in black clothing I'll be there

My love wears black clothes and red flowers in her hair

And we walk, we don't run toward the day when it's won, and ya mo' be there

But we're patient for now and we're patient for tomorrow

When the past will redeem all the toil extreme and all the sorrow

I'm laying out the table for to welcome you back home

I'm calling on the angels for to lighten up your load

I'm calling on the majors to end this general despair

In the graveyard at Inchigeela, in black clothing I'll be there

Look up from the street, look, open your eyes

Wake up to your future under a bright night sky

I'm laying out the table for to welcome you back home

I'm calling on the angels for to lighten up your load

I'm calling on the majors to end this general despair

In the graveyard at Inchigeela, in black clothing I'll be there

I'm calling on a stranger when I've got no back-up plan

I'm disregarding danger when I'm in your foreign land

And if you want to meet me, wear a red flower in your hair

In the graveyard at Inchigeela, in black clothing I'll be there