Pride of the Summer

I still hear the snares in the square

Colors ablaze in the evening

The air was still, down the stormy hill

It's good to be young and daringI still see the blood on the knees

The Camans swing without warning

The lads in white at the speed of light

It's good to be young and daringAcross the bay I still hear thee strains

The two step loud and blairing-ing

We walked hand in hand to the accordion band

It's good to be young and daringShe was the pride of the summer that year

She was my sweetheart, my lady

We walked the black rock and we stopped by the loch

It's good to be young and daringBeat the drum

Beat the drum

Like a heartbeat

Lonely and strong

Beat the drum