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(DickKellyMosleyRotheryTrewavas)

I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden

Heading out west for the Lothian Road

An evening news stuffed deep in the pocket

Little did I know that even a heavy load

I found us walking Grierson＇s dockyards

Where the only thing working was foreign film crews

Making an impressive documentary

For the big news

To the satellite

And all we＇re left with is the black black oil

With a sense of pride and identity

The waters left behind we shouldn＇t forget

Laid low in the books of history

I saw the starlings wheel round Georgian spires

Gathering on patrol in the skies

In the distance burns the flame of Grangemouth

And the dream is lost

Everything what it could inspire

From the take you know there is no distance

How we talk about in the secret affairs

Taking our ride into the distance

To be what it was or could have been

What I should have said

And all we＇re left with is the black black oil

With a strong sense of national pride

＇Till we take some more steps to unity

Take it back to me

Take it back

In a city run out of luck

And all we＇re left with is the black, black oil

With a strong sense of national pride

Calling the ... for identity

What it meant to me, what I said

What we could have had

I saw a blue umbrella in Princes Street Garden

Heading out west for the Lothian Road

An evening news stuck deep in the pocket

Little did I know that he＇d fall

Carrying a heavy load

And all we＇re left with is the black black oil

With a strong sense of national pride

Calling a name in the sake of unity

What it means to me you＇ll never know

You＇ll never