Dolina Songtext

von Dougie MacLean

They came down to the merchant city
Where the privileged lie and poverty kills

They came a long road of pain and pity

Where's the sense for the Highland girls?

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Dolina like a little child
Dolina with these dreams to fill

Dolina hill-run and wild

Where's the sense for the Highland girl?

The factory's hard it takes more and more
It's no exchange for the curlew's song

Or the buzzard's cry as it soars and soars

Or your family's arms when it all feels wrong

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She could have met a fine young soldier
She could have taken the rich man's hand

She could have let the devil hold her

She could have left for some distant land

But she came down to a garden valley

To tend the earth with a country man

They never held more than they could carry

And their children grew, grew to understand

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