Ghosts

Lyrics by Fraser McGill
Music by Fraser McGill, Drew Mayo, Kristen Vandling, Orlando Cercedes & Colin Hall
 
Driving up the winding road
That leads you to Mallaig
Where you were pissing on the grave of old Sir Douglas Haig
And I wonder if the ghosts came home 
did they ever all come back
Or just names etched out in bronze on the wall of old Tynecastle Park (?)
 
Until all the Ghosts come home again
Until all the Ghosts come home
 
And to old Duiguid the piper who this world just could not save
Or a home that was fit for heroes was meant a lonely paupers grave
And as the wind blows through ole reekie 
And your holding out your hands
Where the tourist guide to the soup kitchens covering this land
 
Until all the Ghosts come home again
Til all the Ghosts come home
 
As Willie piped dark Lochnagar
And the tears were dabbed away
We marched along old Princess St
With our dear Sir George McCrae
And on the afternoon on the 24th
The Colonel caught his train
From Waverly to Piershill Barracks
In the cold December rain
 
Until all the Ghosts come home again
Til all the Ghosts come home
 
Til all the Ghosts come marching home
Til all the Ghosts come a marching home
 
Til all the Ghosts come marching home
Til all the Ghosts come a marching home