The lone Scotsman stands.
Surrounded by black,
The lone Scotsman pipes.
It's a sorrowing tune,
Which takes all the colour away.
As the rain falls down gently,
Like the last few drops in a bottle of gin.
Where are the colours going,
The lone Scotsman stands.
He's taking all the colours,
The lone Scotsman pipes.
A crowd of one gathers,
To listen to the sorrowing tune.
Monochrome the setting,
Sadness takes his picture.
He thinks he see the colours,
The lone Scotsman stands.
The blues, the yellows, the greens,
The lone Scotsman pipes.
This is how he remember it,
Everything full of life.
Nothing shall ever get him down,
The sound of sweet tomorrow's.
Where has the rain gone,
The lone Scotsman stands.
My heart it thanks you kindly,
The lone Scotsman pipes.
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