Steve Eulberg: Listen to Music

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There's a lilt in the song I sing, there's laughter and love;
There's tang of the sea, and blue from heaven above;
Of reason there's none, and why should there be, for bye
With the fire in the blood and toes, the light in the eye?

Air falalalo, horo, air falalalay, Air falalalo, horo, air falalalay,
Air falalalo, horo, air falalalay, Falee, falo, horo air falalalay.

The heather's ablaze wi' bloom; the myrtle is sweet;
There's a song in the air; the road's a song at our feet;
So step it along as light as the bird on the wing,
And, stepping along, let's join our voices and sing.

And whether the blood be Highland, or Lowland or no';
And whether the hue be white, or black as the sloe;
Of kith and of kin we're one, be it right, be it wrong,
If only our hearts beat true to the lilt o' the song.