Carry On

The snow is falling quietly on the Highlands

The winds whisper softly through the pines

To the home from once we came, we do return again

She calls out her name at Christmas time

She calls out her name at Christmas time

This little island that we call Gay Britain

With jigs and mews and queues and hearts of gold

Where up in calloused hands, they're cradled by the land

For every man a thousand stories told

For every man a thousand stories told

Oh Mother Mary, bless and protect her

For like your son, she's known her sorrow too

And for all that she's endured, her heart has remained pure

So at this time of year, we sing our song

Help our little island carry on

The snow is falling quietly on the Highlands

The winds whisper softly through the pines

To the home from which we came, we do return again

When she calls out her name at Christmas time

She calls out her name at Christmas time