When the inspiration is above our station
Thoughts are melancholy and I let them pass
I tend to view this nation through the condensation
Of a dirty glass
When the singer solemn was a bonnie laddie
If misty eyes can witness
Love and affection, love and affection
Why does the heart still resist?
What the hell is wrong with you?
I got eyes of misty blue
All the things I want to do are all I ever wanted to
As the laddie grew and he looked around him