Из альбома: The Life and Times of Scrooge
Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have some verses to pour
This wonder of life has led me home
Like a poet of Scotland once scribed:
«Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill»
Go slowly now, sands of time
Still have a memory to make
Dancing to Auld Lang Syne
Thinking of the heather of home
«Home is the sailor
Home from the sea
And the hunter home from the hill»