The wheels keep turning. The
road stretches north and south.
The wheels keep moving. Like the
globe they keep turning around.
The wheels keep turning. Through
each country land and sea.
Through the glents and the
cities towards the place that
you call your own. This is the
big wheel that never stands
still. Turning our youth to old
age. Tonight the road reaches
out before us and the present
time is the only time we have.
Many are the days that have
gone. The wind blowing through
the dust of the earth. Many are
the days that the sun rose on us
Standing in the barley when we
were young. Joyful. Joyful.
Running through the fields as
they grew. Ripe. Golden. Looking
towards the open skies waiting
for the journey. Glasgow.
Edinburgh. Invernes. Stirling.
Stornoway. Aberdeen.
Fort-William. Dundee. London.
Germany. Ireland. America. The
big wheel. The big wheel |